Now Where Was I?

Oh yes.

Last Month. March kind of nailed me in too many ways to recapitulate. But I'll be succinct and try:

Flu bug from Hell. Three weeks.

Shame Spiral. Four weeks.

A little depression, a smattering of insecurity. Pity party galore. Priceless. Or worthless.

Regardless, my health is on an uptick, my spirit is healing and my words seem to work again without ending up in a crying jag. Anyone else ever get this wacky? No names please, unless you want.

So, the best place for me would have been a nurturing spa (or Funny Farm) instead of where I typically found myself: in bed.

But that was then and this is now. Which brings me to the point of all this.

We all go through major upheavals, disruptions and interruptions of life and through doing so (and when we get through it) we learn to grow. Hopefully.

Growing pains.

So, I've been experiencing my own growth spurt of sorts and have simply isolated myself to heal. Like a wounded creature in the woods.


And now I'm back among the living, I thought I'd touch base and make sure all two of you know that I'm still here (Stritch!) and plan on seeing many more ups and downs, as is life.

Reading alot. About personal growth, kinda Oprah-stuff, but why not?

And making some possible literary connections, more of which will be unfolded if it comes to pass.

So this is not a treatise on one of my favorite spas (Fairmont Banff? Mii amo? Lake Austin?) the last of which just received top accolades in the travel awards industry, by the way. And I still haven't been there yet. Oh the shame!

It's merely a reminder that there is indeed a human being behind these postings. Like the Wizard behind the green curtain. Sometimes one who needs a little nurturing (thank you family, you know who you are), understanding and compassion.

And that's the lesson for today. Take care of yourself. Be kind. And be here now.