My second blogaversary was a week and a half ago, and I missed it. I was aware of it, but just couldn't think of anything to say.
Since my mother's death, I'm feeling more private about my inner life. I didn't expect that, and I can't explain it. It doesn't make sense to me given the dynamics of our relationship—she was the extra-introverted, stoic Swede, and I was the daughter who fought long and hard for the right to claim and express my emotions.
Anyway, I'm processing lots of issues but I don't want to write about them. And I feel silly posting nothing but garden pix and nude sketches. And I feel guilty because I honestly don't have time to read anyone else's blog right now.
So for the time being, I'm going to leave the blog up and maybe post on occasion. And maybe when my two-job/art-class/plant-the-garden schedule slows down (hopefully this summer), I'll come back to posting if the spirit moves me.
And if I haven't said this lately, I'm grateful to all of you who have read and supported this blog.