My creativity tends to be volcanic: I lie dormant for awhile before erupting and spewing words all over the place. Sometimes it’s a good thing, sometimes it’s mediocre, and sometimes it’s downright awful.

I’ve been dormant for some time now, posting only infrequently for the last several weeks. I won’t apologize for that: to paraphrase Kung Fu, “If one’s posts are not better than silence, then one should remain silent.” I could do the cutesy stuff - I’ve done it in the past - but I don’t feel up to it.

I do know that something is rumbling deep down but it defies articulation right now. I have four drafts sitting on my cyberdesk, all on the same subject. None of them feel right, though, and none is likely to ever see the light of day. Or the light of your computer screen.

I wish I could churn stuff out all the time, but things like life keep happening to me and distracting me. As a counselor, I get caught up in the pain and struggles of my clients and spend a lot of time thinking and reflecting on what’s going on and how I can really help. But I can hardly blog about that: they have a right to privacy and confidentiality. They trust me with their hearts, in a way, and I’m not about to betray them. The result? What is on my mind most of the time is not something I can blog about. I don’t regret that for a second.

I value those of you who faithfully stop by and - when there’s actually something new available - take the time to read my posts. I hope I don’t lose anyone, but I’d rather have posts of substance and quality than just something to fill the silence.

Consider this an explanation. Thanks again for stopping by. Hopefully I’ll say something really profound soon.

Or not.


2 Cor 1.13