Monday, August 18, 2008

Some things just take time

First blossoms
20080817_ginger Click to see this photo's flickr page

I've been reading about what it takes to be a good (ie, good pro) blogger - you keep providing great content, keep the conversation flowing.
You never, ever leave your readers hanging.

I've also been reading about summers that have been spent thinking about life and direction. Sometimes there are photos, but no words. There's mostly lots of quiet filled with (what you can only know is) heavy pondering.

I'm okay with that, as long as I can get the sense that the person at the other end of the internet connection is hanging in there. I guess you can't really know for sure how these people are sometimes, people you don't actually know, but have managed to grow an affection for. You try to have faith that whatever the hopes and thoughts that you're sending out to them are somehow received into the universe, into their universe.

Maybe there are people still out there, sending out extra goodness my way. Peering over at the FridgeDoor: "Anything new? Nope. Wiped clean, but nothin' new." You knew I'd come back, right?

So, for me, there are lots travels and pondering to catch up with, stories to be told and stories not to be told. It was like an all-you-can eat orgy: all these trips, one after another, tastes of so many things, and so much of it, seemingly all at once. Some of it was very yummy and exquisite; some unexpectedly bitter, tart, or worse, spoilt. I've tried to resist the temptation to reflexively spew out what was distasteful and hurtful, get it out of me as quickly as possible and then be done with it. But with spewing, in many ways, you might feel better, but it can get awfully messy.

So, I've been sitting, digesting. ["And now you're ready to poop?"]

OMG. Where the heck did that come from? Swell.

As we head back into Fall and the new school semesters, I'm finding myself committing to things, exploring new paths that I've known I've wanted to travel on, but been unsure about for some time.

Do you hear that creak? The fridge door might need a little bit of oil, but I think it's back open.

And look at that, the light still goes on, yup, every time.

Oh yes. And as if to celebrate, some of you may remember the
ginger plant? It finally bloomed, exactly when it needed to.

Remarkably, as it turns out, exactly when I needed it to, too.

Some things, they just take some time.