Hello friends! Sorry again to be away for so long. I had a bad case of poison ivy and it occupied my thoughts and feelings for a number of weeks. I find that since my move to living alone that my self-talk is in remnants with ideas and feelings that fall short of being cohesive. At times the still soft voice in my mind that helps me write is so faint I can hardly hear the message. There is another part of me that is observing and wondering if this is but a change in how I express what I see and what I feel. I am functioning just fine on a daily basis. I must admit that I have a slight mistrust of the changes in my life. I continue to trust that all will be well at the end of this adjustment.

I suppose it is true that in living alone one develops a chorus of inside voices to fill the void that was once filled by the voices of family and friends. These voices once echoed in the background of my mind and the majority of my thoughts were in reaction to my interactions with others.  Through it all there is an awesome sense of change that is stirring in my soul.  My breathing is a little bit stronger and I find contentment and peace in hearing my own voice. I maintain contact with my family and friends but there are stretches of time that I am alone and have time to ponder life.

To this point my dialogs with self have been the basis of my writing and storytelling. Lately incomplete remnants of thought make it difficult to write. There have been few words to convey my experiences. The observations of nature and the messages that characterized some of my previous writing have retreated to some extent and for a time. I am less visual in my observations and more contemplative and soul searching for the circular spirit of my being.

To this point in my life I have been enlightened as I listen for the voices of my grandmothers and grandfathers to come and inspire me with their teachings. I am piecing together the remnants of thought and feelings as in a series of quilt pieces. It falls short of an entire living quilt yet remains purposeful and fulfilling in many ways. I trust that with the season of Fall comes the need for snuggling under downy comfort and having dreams of storytelling inspired by the Creator.