Like the proverbial hibernating bear I seem to have gone to my cave in October and am just now beginning to crawl out into the sunshine of the early April days. I am sure I am not alone in this sort of behaviour. I am finding, however, that the longer you spend with your blanket up over your head, the harder it is to leave that spot.
Much has happened in the past 5 months, much of it a continuation of the basic routines of life as a church member, wife, mother, full-time teacher and part-time student. There have been struggles with the ill-health and later death of my father-in-law mixed in with celebrating Christmas and Easter, and the birth of two new great-nephews.
For a lot of that time I didn’t even open my wordpress account at all. Those moments of inspiration for something to write about just weren’t there and on the occasion that one would come along, lack of motivation would put an end to the thought.
So, like that bear I am now taking a moment to stretch my reflection and writing muscles and getting hungry. It is time to go out foraging with my eyes and my mind for something to say and the desire to say it.