When the moment came to once again start tapping in words here, I was initially held up by some technical difficulties before finally managing to « enter » zenscribe’s empty pages.
Anxiety gives way to relief: The space, as it were, is still mine!!! Strange notion, but so it goes…
And now weeks after the last posting before departure for summer adventures, here I am again, having to acknowledge that summer is now truly drifting into autumn.
And in fact I’m glad to be drifting along with it.
It’s a transition moment, like the ancient Chinese example of a row boat (or canoe) when you lift the oars for a moment: the effort of rowing is suspended, but the boat is carried on by its elan.
Can’t see where this can end: Isn’t everything always in transition?