Sweeps up. Takes out the trash. Vacuums up the spiderwebs.
Oh hi. It was getting a little dusty in here, thought I'd do some tidying up. I didn't expect you, please, come on in.
Pulls the dust cover off a comfy chair.
Here, make yourself comfortable. Now, what have I got that I can offer you to drink?
Yeah, it's been a while. I don't know what happened. One day I was writing, then for many days I wasn't. No reason. There I sat, not writing. And the blog sat too, waiting patiently. I interpreted its longing looks as accusations, and kept my distance.
I know it makes no sense.
I went for a walk today. A longish walk; about 5 kilometres. I walked in the sun and the wind, over concrete and asphalt and water, noticing things I wouldn't have seen had I been cycling, or on the bus, thinking only of my destination and how fast I could get there. I looked up, and around, and I saw an eagle making lazy circles over the Granville St bridge. I saw indisputable signs of spring: buds on branches, cherry trees in bloom, unapologetic tiny daffodils spreading cheer in small sidewalk gardens, and the promise of tulips.
I stretched out my senses, so long turned inward away from Vancouver's soul-destroying never-ending winter rain, and I felt grateful for many things.
This has been a gradual awakening, I'm realizing now, over the last several days. Last weekend I picked up the guitar I haven't played in months. This week I dug my camera out of hiding and put it in my everyday bag. I straightened out the mess on my desk. And finally, today, I put fingers to keyboard for more than 140 characters at a time.
I don't know why. Maybe it was the delicious light streaming in through my window this morning.
Eyes the pile of clutter in the corner.
There's still work to be done here, but this feels like a good start.