The blog has been rather slow recently- there is a rhythm to blogging that seems to work that way- sometimes it feels like you have nothing to say.
One response to this is to write a blog post about the fact that you have nothing to say. But I would never do that of course.
The fact is, I blog primarily to reflect on who what and where I am. Sometime who I am I do not like.
I am small and shallow,
I am big like a beached whale.
My mouth is stuffed with marbles
No wonder you look at me and sneer
I have nothing worth saying
For I am nothing
But there- enough. I write this not to wallow in my own mud – but more to honour the policy I made for myself in writing this blog, which was to be as honest as I can be. Even if this is not very.
Yesterday was dark, despite the sunshine. Today the shadows under the trees are laced with purple from the late spring bluebells. I am mercurial- sometimes I think I am better than I was, but then again perhaps not.
Life is full of ups and downs. Sometimes we fly, at other times it is all we can do to just walk.