It occurred to me this morning that I really have no idea how large my reading base is, I know a lot of you follow the links through from Facebook, most of you are family, all of you are friends – close or not, but I don’t know how many of you there are. Whatever the answer, there is something I at least need to attempt to explain, perhaps for my own sake as much as for your benefit.
I know that over the years I’ve been keeping these pages, it is often the case that my summer contracts are the most prolific writing-wise. The World Cruise leads to more exotic ports and more historical interest, but I write less, whereas my summer contracts are usually brimming over with coffee chatter, sunshine, the occasional glass of red wine, and a whole lot of music. Compared to the normal standard, I know I’ve been terribly well – quiet – this summer. There is a possibility that it might seem that I’m talking around something. ‘Tis true, I am. There are big things going on in my little ‘Pack’ right now, which – because the Pack is what it is – ripple out and impact my life. Someone very near and very dear to me is going through something highly difficult, and by the very nature of my ‘mamma wolf’ tendencies, that draws me in from the fringes. The wagons circle, so to speak. But the thing is, while it’s affecting me – it’s not mine to discuss, or to reveal or to talk about at all.
This has had the result of somewhat stemming my usual flow of words.
It’s not the easiest of things. Trimming out an entire situation and the resulting series of events leaves large gaps in everything – like the random holes that make up a child’s paper snowflake. The summer is no less beautiful for those gaps, but there are times when I feel they’re obvious.
So for those that have noticed – and many of you may have not – I do apologize. It’s not good, it’s not bad; it’s just the way things are just at the moment.
So there you go, I ask you all to be patient, because there’s really nothin’ I can do about…