Wednesday, 18 May 2016
The eye of the storm.
Jackie Morris once asked on her blog 'what if we only have a finite amount of words and what happens when we've used them up?' That's how I feel at the moment, almost like I've run out of words.
I started blogging many years ago to write, because I found comfort in the sharing of words and stories. Unfortunately some of my words and pictures were taken and used without my permission and I shut that blog down. I started the Oakmoon blog purely to showcase my art, but felt that it didn't fully reflect me as a person, so other blogs were started and discarded as I tried to work out how much of my life should be shared and why I would share it at all. I've made so many friends in the blogging community and miss them when they suddenly stop writing, so maybe some of my friends have missed my occassional posts or rambles. But I worry about who else is reading my words and why they would want to? I guess if I constantly think like that, then I would never write again and I miss the solace of it all.
I feel like I'm still recovering from last year. Bo's broken leg brought me almost to ruin, financially and emotionally and now I'm standing among the half rebuilt pieces of my life wondering who I am. I'm changed, I know that much, but I'm not yet sure who or what is left of me.