I haven't been writing.
It doesn't mean I’m not thinking and doing and feeling.
It just means that I haven't been writing.
And I can't freak out about it.
The desire to express myself in written form will come back –
or it won’t.
In the meantime,
there have been
computer classes for new skills,
solicitations for new ventures,
conversations with children
celebrations of life,
(those newly begun and those tragically ended).
I've seen a whole different side
of the adult medicine world
and learned that,
if it's OK with you, Lord,
I'd rather not see any more!
I've remembered why I thought
retirement was a good idea
in the first place
and found a few more reasons
to be grateful for
coming back to work.
And, as always,
in the midst of all the 'not still',
there are still moments of