6/24/2026

 6/24/2026

Hello,

I'm not quite sure why I am here again after all this time. It is strange to me. This writer's block, the proverbial brick wall, is still standing strong. I made myself write a poem and read some of my old stuff. I feel inadequate, and feel so much has been lost.

I'm still that strange little duck off in her own little pond. I've come to appreciate the quiet, the silence, the void, if you will. It is a place of just being. Watching life flow around me and being still inside. Observing.

I guess I am learning patience in the waiting. I feel the 'why' may present itself if I can just be still. I have to know it.  Knowing gives a purpose to anything I do. If there isn't a purpose, then it is an empty thing to me. Hollow and of no use to anyone, least of all myself. Vanity, vanity, vanity. All for naught.

Ten years. A decade of my life has passed since I last wrote, and it is hard for me to comprehend. The phrase 'time flies' comes to mind, but sounds hollow. The depth of experiences held in those years, the changes, make the phrase too indifferent.

Sending my words into the nothingness feels good. At least they are not stuck inside today. But tomorrow is a new day. We shall see what it brings.

E