There are so many words in my head these days. They're on half scribbled notes shoved in my purse. They swirl around while I'm in the shower and then go down the drain with the water, or they keep me up in the wee hours of the morning. They're in small journals stuffed in desk drawers. It's all scattered and not cohesive. There are barely formed sentences and fragments of verses. Half a concept here and the other half somewhere over there. Some are about parenting, some on the act of blogging and writing itself. Many are about craft and making and what it all means. There are thoughts on food, and education, and home. I'm sure that if they're all gathered together, I can mold and stitch them together into something meaningful. But I'm not. I sit to write here and I come up blank most of the time.
This has been a long time coming, but I'm going to officially step away from this blog. I think it has served its purpose in my life and brought me amazing people and ideas and community that I treasure. But at this point, I need to know that it's not waiting for me to sit and write my words here, nagging at me to be in a place that doesn't fit anymore. Right now, my words are elsewhere - in this concrete real life I have. They're on paper and in stitches. They are in the time Kit and I spend at the kitchen table, drawing and writing and in the work Gunnar and Annika are doing. They're in the walks we take to run errands and in the evenings that Jeff and I wander around the corner for a beer or two. They're being written every day with everything we do together. For some reason, they don't come when I sit to type here - they no longer belong in this place. It's time for moving on.
I'm sure the words (and the pictures) will find another home. They always do when they need to be said. Thank you for being here with me in this place for the last 5+ years. I loved every minute of it.