When seasons change …
Wait … “when”? Yes. WHEN. Seasons change, not “if” but “when”, with the twinkling of an eye and the beat of a heart. Sometimes, I think, we miss the moment of change. And then slowly … slowly … slowly we realise THAT was then and THIS is now.
And sometimes, when seasons change, everything changes. Well, maybe not EVERYTHING, but lots of things.
Sometimes a girl who was busy every with writing suddenly finds that she doesn’t have time to write. Not the sort of time that she had, anyway, when she could concentrate for hours and weave words into stories overnight. She finds time for writing, yes, but only now and then … in moments stolen from other things. Stories are woven slowly and softly into being now. And blogging? She seems to be too busy really living to write about living.
Such, at any rate, is my experience. I’m sorry for not writing more but … it seems that a season for writing has changed and it isn’t right to fight the change. Whether it’s less writing or different writing, well, I don’t know yet. Let’s wait and see!
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