The Waiting Place
It was sometime in November 2015 when the fall leaves started to drop their leaves, preparing for changes to come. In my heart, I felt the imprint and significance of this season. I felt the leaves falling in my life. And the coming dormancy before big and new things. I had it in my mind to write more about California, but in winter of 2016, I stopped writing for this blog. Some friends asked me about it, and I told them it was because I was in a waiting place. I could have written about anecdotal things or posted gorgeous pictures of my surroundings. But it would have felt empty and shallow. I had no interest in writing about the surface of things or appearances. I did not want to show only the beautiful or funny or clever. I wanted to authentically represent the ebbs and flows of life. The victories, the challenges, and beauty and the heartbreak. But I did not have words for any of it then. I was just trying to understand it. I knew changes were coming but the when and how were a