Over the last two weeks circumstances have prevented me from writing a blog post. I’m still here, however, hovering at the edges of the blog universe and planning to re-enter the slipstream in January 2016.
Those of you who discovered and supported this blog will, I hope, be rewarded in 2016 with blog that doesn’t look so bookish or serious, and has a renewed and updated focus on creative writing as well as therapeutic writing. I think my first twenty posts were me stretching my wings, preparing for take-off and garnering courage. I hope, in 2016, to take flight and discover how it feels to soar.
To all my readers and to anyone who stumbles on this post, I wish that no matter where you are or what you believe, this December will find you with the people you love and who love you, peace in your heart, food in your belly and compassion aplenty for others and for yourself.
For my final word in 2015 I will share a passage from my favourite poem:
..all experience is an arch wherethro’
gleams that untraveled world, whose margin fades
for ever and ever when I move.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
to rust unburnished, not to shine in use!
Alfred, Lord Tennyson