hi·a·tus (n) A gap or interruption in space, time, or continuity; a break.
A lot has happened here at the sunflower patch.
First, there was this:
And then this!
All of which make for a VERY busy few months…okay, several months…er…21 months to be exact.
Yikes –that’s nearly two years! How can this BE? How can two years of my life have gone by so quickly? Wasn’t it just yesterday I was blogging away about painting pottery with my gal pals, strolling through antique stores, and shopping at the local farmer’s market?
I suppose it shouldn’t come as such a surprise to me. My life DID take an unexpected and miraculous turn of events. The world turned upside down on me, and while I was more than happy (thrilled, even!) to go along for the ride, I had to really hold on tight and stay present to appreciate all that was happening.
Of course, now as my beautiful baby boy approaches his first birthday and I’ve got a much sturdier grasp on this whole “motherhood” business (ha!), I’m ready to claim a little corner of sanity for myself again.
The act of putting pen to paper encourages pause for thought, this in turn makes us think more deeply about life, which helps us regain our equilibrium. ~Norbet Platt
Peace of mind.
Like any good exercise regimen, I think it best to start again slowly. I need to stretch. I need to breathe. There are knots in the words between my shoulder blades. The tendons are taut between my mind and the keys. It may take some time. It may ache.
But it must be done. The hiatus is over. Welcome back, Me. It's good to be home.