Into The Blue

You know that feeling of trepidation that makes its way from somewhere near your knees, up your belly and then hovers near your heart – the constant fluttering making it rather difficult to breathe and think? That’s how I’m feeling right now because I haven’t blogged in so long that I’m afraid I’ve forgotten how... And that whatever I write is going to be utter crap...

It’s funny how I have so little to write about even though the events of the last few months have changed my life... And I don’t mean to sound dramatic or anything, but having a ten tonne army truck rip into you, does give you a fresh perspective... And as of now, I’m still trying to wipe the fog out of my looking glass so the endless (and no doubt beautiful) horizon ahead of me is better visible.

When she realised that she had had a relapse of cancer, my mother once told me, “I wish sometimes that I could maybe paint the future for you to see – the endless possibilities ahead of us, baby – even if I’m not here to see them unfold. But you need to get there on your own.”
I suddenly realise what she meant.

The twisted metal trap the car turned into; inexplicably set me free... To a future that is so gloriously uncertain... And I love every minute of it...

P.S - I solemnly swear that I shall catch up with all your posts - new and old - and even if I can't comment on all of them, be sure that I will read them... Just give me some time. Three months of absence needs a fair amount of time to catch up with.