Time strode with the swiftness of spring blossoms.
— Terri Guillemets
It’s been almost eight months since I’ve written a blog post. There are several reasons for that, but I’m not going to make excuses. I’ve missed it though. Even if it’s just a small project of mine, it is mine and I’m attached to it.
That being said, I still don’t know where I’m going to go next?
Since day one I’ve strove to be honest. To write about my post-stroke journey with an openness and clarity that might resonate with others. That it might resonate with other people who’ve had strokes, and also to the people connected to them. But also to resonate with any people. I can’t say that I ever hit my stride, but I can say that I kept at it for a solid year.
Then my life kind of took a dramatic left turn, and another year went by! Just like that. I don’t know how many times in my life that I’ve commented on how quickly a period of time passed? Countless, I suppose.
Except we are now eight months later. And finally I am back…
Now what? I wish that I could say that I have it all planned out, but I’d be lying. I’ve updated the blog’s theme and added new photos. It’s a start. What I figure is that at this point I have anxiety about the entire venture, and so I’m thinking that if I post this I can feel like I’ve taken a first step (again), and I can keep going from here. If you’re reading this, thank you. I appreciate you so much.
It’s April, it’s Spring and I’ve renewed and returned…
I wonder if the Daffodil
Shrinks from the touch of frost,
And when her veins grow stiff and still
She dreams that life is lost?
Ah, if she does, how sweet a thing
Her resurrection day in spring!
— Emma C. Dowd, “Daffodil and Crocus,” in Country Life in America: A Magazine for the Home-maker, the Vacation-seeker, the Gardener, the Farmer, the Nature-teacher, the Naturalist, April 1902
— Raina K Morton
April 3 2017