Long Days, Long Rides, Long Walks, Long Talks
What Passes as Life These Days
After a post about too many pictures and not enough words, I offer you a picture-heavy, verbally sparse post.
And what can I say? It’s been a hell of a weekend, and sometimes the words just aren’t there. Tears, yes. Blood, yes. Words…
Plus lately I’ve been drawn into myself, and I’m okay with that. Lots of long walks, long runs, long bike rides. Alone. I find myself enjoying socialization less and less, though I do still appreciate the time I spend with friends, just talking and talking for hours.
All of these photos are from weeks ago. They’ve just been hanging out in my computer, saved to a draft on WordPress. In limbo.
I, too, feel like I’m in limbo, but it is not an unpleasant feeling. Because it also feels like I’m on the verge of something, something very important.
All I have to do is slow it down, take a step back, and listen.
And wait. Always the waiting.
Your gonna be okay!!! Granny knows these things.xo
Already doing better. Just taking it slow, slow, slow. Will you teach me to sew this winter?