Six(teen) months down
And every morning
As I drive into the sunrise –
I see You.
I go from house to house
And in between the cracks
Of 1950’s bath tiles
Like memory gathering mildew –
It’s a glimpse of You.
Too much of this
And too little of that
And no time
(Nothing but time).
The sadness in the voices
Of all the little old ladies
(And all the not so little, not so old);
It’s aching in my bones
And numbing all the voices in my head.
And I get it now.
As long as we stay busy
(We’re not okay).
Dear beautiful readers,
I don’t know where to begin. Should I apologise for my inexcusable absence? Promise to do better on the return run? Quit before the next false start?
But who would I be convincing?
You, my beautiful readers, deserve more credit than that. So I’ll just make a list:
Things that have happened since I last blogged
- I became Certified to Care, fell horribly sick, got a job caring for the aged in their own homes, fell horribly sick again, survived the winter and have now made it to almost a year in (not really) part-time employ.
- I learned to channel my “inner granny” by getting up at 5am, falling asleep before 9pm, and listening to Clare Bowditch on ABC Radio.
- True to my possum friend’s omen, I moved to a new house. With space. And light. And floor tiles that need cleaning. All. The. Time.
- My partner and I travelled to India, a place of “no rrrules”, according to our delightfully well humoured driver (pictured above).
- I didn’t get sick in the land of no rules.
- Courtney Barnett became the next big thing.
- Apple stopped supporting my operating system.
- Google stopped supporting my internet browser.
- iTunes backup stopped supporting my iPhone.
- My parents learned how to use an iPad (what???).
- Blogging became irrelevant (what???).
- I developed an ice chewing addiction (the cube, not the drug).
- My doctor asked if I’m depressed.
- The gorgeous Adriana introduced me to Intuitive Yoga.
- I listened to my sister (what???) and read “Dying to be Me” by Anita Moorjani. No words, except, Read It.
And that about brings us up-to-date!
The most important thing I have to say is this:
I MISS YOU. And to all those precious souls who came by to visit, to check on my well-being, to gently kick my (frustrated) writer’s ass…I appreciate you more than you will ever know.
With luck, you might see me around from time to time, but I won’t be making empty promises. Let’s just say, you’re in my sights.
What’s in your rear view?