Yesterday when I said that I got up and thought that maybe I shouldn't blog anymore, I was in my morning membrane of despair and within that membrane, there are feelings of great inadequacy and despondency as well as despair. And my words about not blogging any more came from that place, and a feeling that everything I write lately is filled with ennui and is of no use to anyone.
It was truly what I was feeling, was thinking.
But. I cannot give it up. It is my joy and whether or not it means anything to anyone but me, here it is.
One aging woman's message in a bottle, flung out to the universe, of no more importance than the footprints I leave on my walk. And yet, even as I walk down that dirt path, I do take note of what has walked there before me. The coon prints, the fox's dainty paw prints, the sharp, pointed, cleaved print of the doe, the thin, slithery trail of the snake.
We are all walking together, aren't we?
Here are my footprints. Here are yours.
I am going to town to go to Target with my daughter and grandsons. We will buy Waylon a birthday present. It is Halloween. This is my trail today. Thank all of you who took the time to stop and tell me that you walk with me. There is no way to describe how that makes me feel.