It's been a while, a very long while, since I wrote a blog post and I apologize. The truth of the matter is I got lost—somewhat on purpose, somewhat by surprise.
The purposeful part had to do with travel. Jay and I were invited by rowing friends to join them in Chamonix, France. Of course we said yes and seeing as how we were going to be traveling so far for this get together, we tacked on a few more bucket-list destinations—Prague, Berlin, places we'd also never been.
As Jay and I do, we took off without much of agenda. No scheduled tours or long list of must-see sights, just a commitment to letting whatever life was happening right there and then present itself.
We weren't disappointed. By chance, I saw Miraslava Knapkova, the Czech Republic's Olympic Gold medalist, unfurl herself from her shell as she docked after a training session on the Vltava River. We drank beer and watched World Cup games among a patchwork of nationalities in packed pubs in Prague and Berlin. Jay and I biked for miles throughout Berlin, pedaling through the dark past and creatively eclectic present in the city's bike-friendly streets. We hiked dizzying trails near Mont Blanc where I longed for the familiar roll of waves and water as I clung to the sides of the hills and tried not to look down.
And I didn't row a stroke. Did I miss it? At times, yes, especially when I saw scullers slicing through the waters in Prague. But there were other things to experience and frankly, laying down the oars (and the keyboard) for a while was desperately needed.
I returned refreshed and ready to row and write when I suddenly got the news I'd lost my studio space, the place/haven where I write and work. It threw me for a loop, both professionally and personally.
But I took a page from Rebecca Solnit's Field Guide to Getting Lost: "Losing things is about the familiar falling away, getting lost is about the unfamiliar appearing." Both can be unsettling and mess with your balance but letting go of the familiar and getting comfortable with chance is the only way to break new ground and realize any kind of transformation.
Heavy stuff, I know, but all of it just to say I'm back. My work life has taken on new scenery, my eyes have feasted on sights from afar, and I'm more than ready to be back on the waters under the bridge. Thanks for your patience.
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