Writers Write

For the last few years I've been on hiatus from my blog.  I've been busy with the business of a directionless life--fussing and focusing, finding and forgetting, figuring out and floundering.  In May my younger brother died unexpectedly from a stroke and ever since then, amidst the swells of grief, I've been trying to find my way again.  Before he passed I was keenly aware that I was lost, that I had become a dulled down version of myself.  As my new friend Lisa reminded me today, sometimes moments of significant loss beg us to take stock of our lives and adjust to reflect what we value most. 

I value being vibrant.  I value joy and celebration.  I value creativity and spiritual exploration--if in fact those two things can be separated.  All of these I lost somewhere before my major depression a few years back.  I lost who I was, and now I'm trying to find my way back.  Part of that process is writing.  Writing has always been my chosen means of documenting and reviewing my experiences, but it has also served as a way to connect those experiences with those of the larger community.  I've decided that I'm still a writer and writers write. So here I am again.  I hope some of you are still out there to go on this ride with me as I attempt to resolve this crisis of identity and reconnect with what is meaningful for me.