|One open door leads to the rabbit hole, and then what is |
to be discovered? I often think of my forays into all the
connections of the blogging world as being Alice and
diving into that rabbit hole, following this and that
beckoning allure, not knowing what I shall discover,
and re-emerging hours later, not quite believing I've been
gone that long, and in awe of all the wonderous worlds
I discovered. I miss not having
been down that rabbit hole in a while.
Photo by Judy Scott
What do I mean by that? True, I recently went half way around the world to visit a friend in Shanghai. But I physically returned home after a week, safe and sound, with lots of impressions to think about and photos to sort and edit. Then next up was Passover, which at our house means massive pantry cleaning, switching the kitchen to be kosher for Passover (for the uninitiated, this means getting rid of all things flour, pasta, bread, etc. and switching to separate dishes just for the holiday), and lots of cooking. It also means dinner guests and all the kids at home for Passover break. And that means no time to myself, no time on my couch to write, think, mull, and going down the Alice in Wonderland rabbit hole.
Granted, my visit to Shanghai cut me off from accessing Blogger for a few days (an odd feeling), but my recent disconnect has less to do with that hiatus and more to do with not quite being at home with myself, which is what I have to be in order to write, and think, and mull, and blog. Have you ever found that you really need to be at home, at least with yourself, in order to engage with others, and go out and explore, and create, all of which blogging really is?
So, all this is to say I'm on my way back, and most of all, I am looking forward to the upcoming 2012 WordCount Blogathon, hosted by the terrific Michelle Rafter. I participated last year and it propelled my blogging to unconceived heights. While I didn't know what I was really in for last year, this year I am looking forward to the challenge, to meeting new blogging friends, reconnecting with old ones, and just, perhaps, a general spring revival and return to myself.