(I wrote this post last Friday but didn’t publish, deciding to let it marinate for a while. I just reviewed it and decided to go ahead and post as is. Hope it finds you happy and well. Hope you find it interesting.)
I keep thinking I want to get back here and write, just write, about anything – about everything. So many events and changes take place in our lives every day. Nothing is stable, nothing dependable. Sometimes events and changes unfold by the hour, sometimes more or less often.
So many thoughts and feelings I’d like to share. But I cannot. I won’t compromise my loved ones, my family, my friends. I won’t risk opening rifts that might not be healed. It might be politics, it might be relationships. It might be very personal issues within myself, or with family or friends.
Somehow I think that I am not alone in dealing with these feelings; feelings of love, anxiety, fear, and even hope. That because we all harbor these feelings our lives, our families, our communities, and our worlds, are fragmented. No one person, politic, or community is able to put the pieces together, let alone keep them adhered.
And so I write. Writing that also is fragmented. But at least I’m back here. It’s good considering I’m paying for the space to do so. Hopefully, it hasn’t been too much of a waste of your time to read it. Feel free to let me know you don’t want me to waste your time like this. Otherwise, I might just ramble again. After all, this is just another fragment.
As usual, Keith, you write so well! And you put into words so eloquently what I can only think. Somehow I feel our lives are more fragmented than ever before and we are just trying to make sense of everything. Thanks for sharing! I feel that you bring us together!
Well written sir. Fragments are good. I too share many of your thoughts and hopes. My devotion spoke to me this morning about this very thing and the dangers of social media. As a society many have turned away from the true love and hope that is our God. He wants us to not only bring our troubles to him but our joys and hopes and prayers.
It’s funny. I just started writing in my journal this last weekend. The first time in many months. Strange, insightful dreams that showed even in my unconscious, I am trying to deal with my current life’s challenges.
I am glad you are writing again too.