Sometimes there is nothing to say.
Sometimes the words are not for public consumption.
For the first time in a a long while I have nothing to write about. Perhaps I am still in my cave.
I wonder about this blogging caper. It seems of late I wonder about it a lot.
As February rolls on and I cling to the last days of summer the thoughts are quiet.
It seems a little disconcerting. But then I know the year will ramp up before long. With birthdays, anniversaries and Easter arriving before I know it, things will get busy quickly.
With what already seems like the longest Australian election ever I know there will be things to say. Thoughts to be wrung out.
With a child in their last year of primary school, I know there will be words.
As the work year progresses, as tiredness no doubt kicks in thoughts will out.
So, instead of worrying about what I don’t have to say I will wait.
Instead of manufacturing words I will wait until they come.
I will swim. I will read. I will camp. Work will take some of my time and family the rest.
And while the sun shines and I am warm to the bone with its rays I will be content with each day as it comes.