Writing is a way of breathing. It’s a way of taking in the world and using what is good to nourish the writer, and then sending the rest on its way, hopefully to nourish someone else. Thus, writing feeds two, often for the price of one.
As it turns out, I miss both of these aspects of writing. Goodness knows, my soul needs the nourishing right now. And I can’t help but wonder at the feeling that I have words to offer others, words they can take in and digest and know themselves and God better.
Returning to blogging feels like walking up the giant hill near my house while pushing both kids in my cheap double stroller – do-able but, at least on first glance (and second, and third!), not worth the effort. Still, I do push the kids up that hill at least once a week, so I suspect there’s something about some of these difficult, time-eating tasks that makes me feel better about life and myself in it when I’m done.
And so I’m back, in this new-old space without even a banner that I like and no real plan for how I’ll fit yet another word-oriented task into my days. But I need to write and I need to share my words, and I think it will be good to have a new space to do it in.