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Taken in Chicago, 2013, atop the Willis Tower
And it shouldn’t hurt to type letters.
I shouldn’t hesitate to empty thoughts from mind to that more tangible.
And yet it’s been so long….
Fall is often romanticized – used in butterfly moments of giddiness and venturing into the unexpected.
Perhaps that is the correct way. Perhaps it should be thought of in such terms.
Yet all I can usually associate with such a word is: fear. The all too knowing emotion of “nope, can’t do that”. Why would I want to reach a point where falling is the conclusion?
Oh but then sometimes…..
These are my first written words in oh so long. I’ve missed it. I’m terrified of it. When did that happen?
And I think of my community
of writing sisters
and I empty because I’ve not “heard” their voices
in so long and we used to sit by screens
or ears next to phones and venture into life, sharing
and encouraging. And I’ve taken myself out of the game. I go through seasons like this where I’m falling and it’s become so regular I don’t notice the decent anymore.
Where though I’m slipping I somehow cease for feel the loss. For it becomes natural rather than starkly aberrant.
And this all happens when I’m living the rest of my days quite happily. Functioning normally, adding to society and going about my other daily functions. You would think it would be during a season of shutting down across the board – this free fall of missing and lack. You would think it would be the staple of my behavior in all areas.
Yet somehow, not now.
This has become the only drop.
I ache from it, though am temporarily paralyzed.
….I guess I am here today.
Is that a start?
And I am linking
. I come back as a wayward sister. Having known, all along, what I’ve been missing. Longing to come back to the fold where warmth is served with hugs, and welcome is the only wellspring that never runs dry. Stop by Lisa-Jo’s
. Don’t hesitate as I have. You’ll do a great injustice. Bask in the words of beautiful hearts. And join us by sharing yours.