Etchings in the Sand…

Well, I think I’ve learned something about blogging and myself over the past few months when a move into a new home and a heavy case of bronchitis rendered me creatively constipated.

To be at my best – maybe even to function at a mediocre level of excellence – I require a degree of balance and harmony in my life. In younger years I could damn the torpedoes and charge on into the future, but with age there seems to be a greater need for simplicity and leisure in order to do the good things. It seems to require a bit more freedom of spirit to put the creative stuff into motion.

What I’m trying to say is that I am slowly rounding into shape again and giving more wistful nods in the general direction of resuming my photography, my writing and even my morning bicycle rides. (I noticed this morning that the tires are a little low.)

Though I would venture a guess that it will be a good month before we are soundly entrenched in our new home, it is only a matter of days until I am back in my blogging saddle again.

Fact is, in the next day or so I should have a photo of the new place in place for you. Oh, and I thank you for your patience.