I haven’t blogged in forever. A friend of mine said the other day that people want to know what’s going on in my life and I should fill them in more often.

Really? Do you want to know I’m sick in bed this morning, folded in between two dogs and two cats? And that I’ve had a clawed throat and naggy fever for five days and should probably find a doctor to make this go away? Or maybe you’d be interested to know that on this rare rainy morning, the drops tapping on our beloved trailer roof, I’m asking myself what is it I’m not saying, that my throat is trying to call my attention to? I believe illnesses often happen as a way to force attention to an area of our lives that needs focus.

I haven’t written a fresh word since Hold of The Bone edits last summer. I don’t know if I’ve lost my voice or just can’t hear it for all the background chatter. I’ willing to write, and want to, but haven’t a passion for any particular story. So instead I will sit in the “lowly listening” as Emerson said, and see if I can’t pick out between raindrops and dog snores, what it is I need to say.

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