Too busy to blog recently. Too many things on my plate. But life is good. Just busy. Lucky to be here, doing great work, feeling satisfied and challenged, even if sometimes feeling I am running against the wind, slightly out of control.

Life lived outside the comfort zone.

And then I finally turn up here to the page, just to banish the guilt and anxiety about not writing, mind you. And in the first few lines, the anxiety melts away, because there are things to be writing about. Ideas come. The page starts to fill. I still have it. I still have something to say. Why would I ever fear that I’d turn up to the page and have nothing to say? What a ridiculous unfounded fear. Another pointless waste of time. People do this, I know. I know I am not the only one to think my well has run dry.

Lots of projects on the go at present, like balls being juggled. Most in the air, and every now and then I make contact, to keep them going. I heard recently that juggling is not so much about catching as it is about throwing. Lately I am throwing a lot of balls.

And then… stillness. Some time to go away and to contemplate. Some quiet moments. A look at nature and beauty. How does frost, or ice, form on delicate blades of grass in the same direction the wind was blowing? How does nature just conjure up a piece of art, a masterpiece, without conscious effort? How is it that the colours are perfect? Who made the selections? I stop to ponder this beauty and time melts away. Cameras were made for this. The moment is captured and kept, and thus remembered.

Looking at the frozen grass is comfort. I soak in the aesthetic pleasure before I step back to the fast pace of my life. Big project nearing the end. Keep swimming… nearly there.