Vanishing Act

My apologies for disappearing without warning or explanation.

If I had to pick one word to account for my absence it would be January. If I could have two words, I'd add February.

These two months have been full of sickness, including a cough that rearranged ribs and threatened to expel a lung. While it's not completely gone, it is far less violent now, for which I am thankful.

Perhaps the cough rattled my brain and killed off some creative cells. Whatever the case, I felt dry and unable to write anything that resembled content worthy of a readership. 

Today I sit at my desk watching snow softly accumulate. Our grandson is napping down the hall and I realize that I'm ready to be back. The world is beginning to share analogies again and the longing to sit quietly and create returns.

So, thanks for your patience through the silent void. I hope to see you here again next week.

With love and gratitude,
Shelaine

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