It seems like it has been such a long time since my last post.
Looking back I was surprised to see that it has actually only been a couple of weeks, although it feels like a lifetime.
After 17 years of battling Ovarian Cancer, my mother finally succumbed last Sunday.
Since then a thousand jumbled thoughts have whirled around my mind. Big thoughts, important thoughts, heavy thoughts.
So many times my fingers have sought the reassuring comfort of the polished keys, the beckoning cursor penetrating the fog like a lighthouse trying to guide me to safety. But the words haven’t come, the thoughts refuse to close ranks and stand at attention, and all is chaos.
What I do know is this: The currents of my life have changed their course. Glassy swells give notice of unknown forms gliding through the oily depths, too deep for my reckoning. I see a course to set, but there is no destination, no arrival date, and no indication of what may lie along the path.
In the interim though, I have to write. Silly, funny, serious, dumb, annoying or boring; the thing is to write.