Seems almost strange to be blogging in the midst of a personal storm, like there's something absolutely capricious about this, when there are—what?—things more important or urgent, and there is no time, even.
But the act of writing this gives me a sense of normalcy, and I feel the need to connect to you, like Whitman's spider on the promontory, just throwing filament after filament after filament, and this comforts me somewhat, this attempt to connect to the "vacant vast surrounding," we who find ourselves in "measureless oceans of space."
And now I extend my leave—a blog break, they call it—perhaps for another week or so, so I can, as the psalmist says, be still and know that He is God, my Abba Father.
To be, to simply be, is awfully difficult for human beings who would rather be human doings.
