I'm back

After taking a few days off, I am writing once more, thanks to my pastor, Dan, who has started a blog while on a four-month sabbatical study leave. I had initially planned to share reflections at least several times a week, but I felt myself being sucked into a giant black hole. Instead of enjoying this craft, I was beginning to feel as if I had to write. That felt like work, so I backed off for a while. That "while" turned into nine months . . . a kind of gestation period, if you will.


I am serving our church for two of the four months that Dan is away. One of my joys is writing a weekly column for the church newsletter. I did not have to write; I chose to write. What a difference! I am also preparing a sermon each week that requires, of all things, writing. So . . . here we are, back in the saddle, enjoying both the challenge and the creativity that flows when I pecking away at the keys. I often have no idea where I am headed, so this has become a wonderful metaphor for retirement.


I am not going to paint myself into a corner this time, but I am going to continue slinging paint, i.e., words, until something worth sharing is posted. While I have always welcomed comments, only one has been posted, and this is perfectly OK by me. I am not writing for anyone but myself. If you are touched by what I write, fine. If not, fine.