I’ve let this place lie fallow for a week now.
I’ve been resting. Contemplating what’s come, and what comes next.
Almost two months ago, I built this blog out of sheer desperation. Because at that time, wherever I looked I saw a lot of loneliness. I felt marooned in a city where I didn’t belong.
And somehow, by expressing that to you, and by intentionally trying to see the beauty, over and over, day after day — somehow my heart opened to this place.
I saw this:
And this, and this, and this…
And I suppose these look like small things, but they opened my heart — they really did — and now I find myself wanting to put down roots here, at least for a time.
I don’t mean just in my city.
I also mean here — right here, on this page, with you.
Because here’s what I’m learning:
Roots need soil. And maybe, when I began, the ground was dry and full of stones, but I chose, in the face of that dryness, to fertilize and water. To pull loose the boulders and wrench out the broken glass.
Now? I have a field fresh-tilled, full of good loam.
And all 40 of those days, I kept thinking that the goal was to till the field. But suddenly I see that what I really needed was to get myself to a place where I could grow something in it.
Which is what I intend to do.
So let’s set aside all the symbols and the metaphors for a moment and just say it like this:
I’m not finished yet. I’m leaving this blog open, and I hope to do some good and even beautiful things with it …
I can’t wait to tell you more.