I apologize. In case you’ve been taking an occasional peek, I haven’t written since I returned from Italy over a week ago. My writing mind was on hold until the other day when I made the final tweaks to Very Grateful. My editor had suggested I add a brief explanation of what it meant that my cottage-by-the-sea days were over. As I inserted that final change, I felt a palpable relief throughout my mind/body/spirit. I hadn’t realized that my life had been on hold for the past six years, the years since my mom began fading away, to her death and through the writing of the book, which I realized covered the five winters that I had spent at the cottage by the sea, searching for silence, solitude and simplicity. Here’s what I wrote.
“What I learned during that time (at the cottage) about silence, solitude and simplicity I now carry with me wherever I go. My home is where I want to be, although I continue to travel and hope to do so for as long as I am physically and mentally able.”
Very Grateful is off to production, my cottage days are over, the six-year cloud has lifted. During all that time I never realized that I was grieving. I guess when we’re in the midst of it, we can’t name it.
P.S. The cottage-by-the-sea days may be over, but this blog isn’t. But that discussion is for another day.
“What I learned during that time (at the cottage) about silence, solitude and simplicity I now carry with me wherever I go. My home is where I want to be, although I continue to travel and hope to do so for as long as I am physically and mentally able.”
Very Grateful is off to production, my cottage days are over, the six-year cloud has lifted. During all that time I never realized that I was grieving. I guess when we’re in the midst of it, we can’t name it.
P.S. The cottage-by-the-sea days may be over, but this blog isn’t. But that discussion is for another day.