As I was chatting with a dear friend I realised why my visits to this blog are becoming more and more infrequent.

This blog’s ancestry came from a much much earlier one that was born from anticipated adventure and hope. That was left unattended for a spell while those adventures took place.

Then things fell and that blog died as the life I knew came crashing down on and around me.

This blog was born then, during a period of dark and unhappy surprise and pain. Quite like most births, I suppose.

The last thirteen years has been an era of interesting times for me and family. We’ve experienced a sort of death that is quite odd but shared by many.

With the death of an individual, we know that person can’t take new action to impact us any more. Their decisions can continue to affect our current and future lives, but the person can’t actively change things any more. That is saddening or hopeful, depending on our relationship with the person.

But a death of a family structure, ah that’s a different beast. I’ll dedicate a separate post on that idea alone.

Back to the point of this post.

I realised I’d not posted here in almost a year.

It’s not because I’m too busy.

It’s not because meaningful things haven’t happened.

It’s not because I’ve suddenly lost the desire to write.

It’s because I’ve finally accepted the death, and it wasn’t mine in the end.

But this isn’t the end of this blog. From charred ground new sprouts arise.

 

I’ve finally accepted the loss. Soon it will be time for a time of refresh and revival.

And new blog posts? I’m eager to see what future me is ready to post.

PicsArt AI, “Sprouting seedling”