Life happens, as they say.
Apparently blogging didn’t.
Blogging feels like a straightforward narrative – linear and plodding, one day after the next. Having (unintentionally) removed myself from it, it seemed that to return I needed to fill in the gaps between the last post and this one. To get all the bits and pieces of my life to connect and continue the narrative. But my life is too full. There is too much to constantly drag up just to get back to here. There have been weddings and funerals, births and illness and through it all I have been making and making. Much like you, I imagine.
At first I wanted to believe that I would grasp that unraveled thread where I abandoned it and reunite it (somehow) with this moment. But since I have not yet I doubt that I ever will. Instead I just want to go on. Just resume as though I haven’t abandoned this space. Hopefully that will relieve the (imaginary) pressure to make something work that clearly isn’t.
Because I have been making. I have taken beginners classes on embroidery and weaving and I have been knitting and knitting and knitting. No matter how far I stray, I always resume knitting. And really, that’s why I am returning here.