resume writing

Obviously I've been neglecting this blog for quite a while. It is not that there hasn't been anything interesting or exciting to share. There is not a whole lot of time to sit and write these days. When I do have free time contributing to this blog, competes with going for a walk, calling family or friends on the phone, reading, email and chatting over a cup of tea with community.

Part of the problem is, I sometimes don't feel like time is free as long as the piles of paper in my room are growing, the hamper is overflowing, and the tasks I committed to at the last liturgy or social justice committee remain incomplete (or unstarted, which is currently the case.) Reality is all of those tasks will never been completely completed. The concept of free time is rather strange when I really think about it. Its not as though I have to pay for the rest of my time; it is not as though I am actually forced to do the things I think I have to do. I have to force myself to make time to do what nourishes and sustain me even if that means neglecting the multiplying piles of papers that set up camp in my bedroom. If I neglect that papers long enough, they will not go away on their own but they may grow obsolete.

Tonight after work, one of the lay-volunteers who I live and work with and I went to the big public library in center city to see Anne Lommott, a favorite writer of mine (thanks to my Auntie Donna). We did not actually get to see her; although we were 20 minutes early, the auditorium was already full, so we watched her speak via a large television in the library foyer which she referred to as the overflow room. She reminded me how much I enjoy writing. I came home feeling energized. Craving creative activity, I thought why not resume my blog tonight?

I can't promise that I'll write consistently, on second thought, maybe I should as I would be much more likely to do so, if I promise someone else that I will. Of course, since I have not written consistently, my few faithful readers, like my maternal grandmother, have probably given up on reading, so I probably would not really be promising anything to anyone, except perhaps myself. That is not a bad idea, to promise myself time to write, even as the paper piles are reproducing, and the to do list stretches, I will write. I will write as long as it is enjoyable and feels nurturing. I will stop when it seems stressful or become just another activity to feel guilty for not completing (or not starting.)