If you haven’t heard of the poem “Waving not Drowning” by Stevie Smith in 1972, then you really ought to look it up. Here, I’ll do it for you:
Nobody heard him, the dead man, But still he lay moaning: I was much further out than you thought And not waving but drowning. Poor chap, he always loved larking And now he's dead It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way, They said. Oh, no no no, it was too cold always (Still the dead one lay moaning) I was much too far out all my life And not waving but drowning.
That’s how I’m feeling as of late. Every time I thought of updating the blog over the past few months, I started to panic with the long list of things that I haven’t written about, or topics that I haven’t told you about…. Let’s face it, I’ve been a horrible Blog Date, as of late. The realities of my schedule are such that a post every day is just not possible, but I can aim for a post a week. hey, aim low and shoot hight, right? Or is it the other way around? Either way, I think it’s time I get back in the saddle and use this space as the outlet that it used to be for me. I’m not assigning a specific day of the week for the posts, so you’ll have to stay on your toes!
Once I scrub the rust off, maybe once a week won’t be enough. Let’s hope.