Moving on ... ?

Quote of the day

As every flower fades and as all youth departs, so life at every stage - so virtue, so our grasp of truth - blooms in its day and does not last forever. Be ready heart for parting, new endeavor. Herman Hesse

One of my dissertation advisors used to say that we journey a-ways with people, and then move onto our separate paths when the time comes. It could be parting through death and dying, or divorce. It might happen from work places or cities and countries. When the time comes to move on ... the time comes. We know it in our hearts and souls, we feel it in our brains. Moving on is all around us. Passages of time, journeys with loved ones and friends, colleagues and acquaintances, separation and goodbyes are all part of living and growing, physically and emotionally. As a teacher, and now professor, I bid farewell to classes of students from year to year, joyful for their future opportunities, and, at the same time, sad to say goodbye. Parting is such sweet sorrow.

And so it is with this blog. Of late, I feel the stirrings of moving on all around me. Change is in the air. This blog has been a most cherished companion these past four years, facilitating a conversation with my deepest Self, and offering me new insights and opportunities for self reflection, all the while sharing my stories with anonymous others out there in cyber space. I have even made a few friends for life.

In fact, my writing journey has brought me to a new place, a different space. The land of the memoir. Indeed, much of what I have written about on my blog seems to have been laying the foundation to a larger, more comprehensive story of me. But now I feel I might pull back into anonymity for awhile. The time has come to explore alone, quietly and privately, reading up and learning about the art of memoir writing, even as I start to author my own. 

I am not sure if I will share snippets of what I discover through my studies in the hours, days, weeks and months ahead. At the moment I sense a need to go this alone, without the support of this blog. Am not making declarations or drastic decisions. Rather, I will allow each moment to take me where I need to go - following intuition and insights, feelings, and my soul.

 

As I write this, in the dark of the newly sprung forward hour of the morning, a gentle rain starts to fall - like a blessing from the sky for the sprouting daffodils in our yard. Ada hunkers down to watch the drops of water, and a comfortable peace envelops my study. 

 

Dear blog, I am not yet bidding you farewell. Just letting you know that my writing path is stirring with changes, and I am not sure where it will lead ... for me or you. 

Comments

[Danny]

I love being able to stop by this blog to read your latest post but I'm also very excited to hear about the possibility of a more comprehensive memoir. I want to hear more about what makes you tick no matter where I have to go to hear it! Your ruminations are always inspiring to me.

[tamar]

Thanks for sharing where you are and to where you are shifting. Your blog is unique, and I savor musing over your musings. Sometimes I'm here often, sometimes months go by before I return. And return I do. And this is how I am with the myriad places/pursuits/questions/people/ideas that intrigue me. I have no doubt that we will meet in real time someday, somewhere. We share a lot and with interesting twists in the stories of our lives. A special hi to Ada.

[sky]

i am in the process of letting go of my dear mother who left us 3 weeks ago as she passed on from this life. this was an interesting post for me. i am still dealing with deep sadness in letting her go...one which will likely be stored inside me always to some degree, but one which is very intense at this moment.

best wishes to you as you explore memoir writing. i and others will miss your blogging but imagining you out there exploring is exciting. hopefully you will update us from time to time and when the memoir is done you will let us know so we can read it!