As part of the process of revamping and rebranding MontanaWriter, I have been working back through three-plus years of posts… deciding what to keep and what to leave behind. It has been an interesting experience. But it has also taken me much longer than I had anticipated… much, much longer. I still hope to announce the new blog soon. In the meantime, I will keep posting here.
Summer has become decidedly cooler in the North Country this week. Biking to work in the morning has been a bit chilly at times, at least at the beginning of my ride. By the time I get to work though, I am warmed up.
Yesterday morning was foggy and gray. The kind of day that seems emblematic of how I feel these days.
It is easy to feel lost when you are trying new things… when you are leaving familiar territory and routines and heading out for some place that may or may not exist over the next hill.
But if the truth be told, I like fog. I like the sense of aloneness, the way the world seems at once diminished and expanded at the same time.
I am that way with many things. It is why I gravitate to new and difficult things, to writing poetry, to re-working my blog, to chasing the thousand white-rabbits of my fancy.
Fog and blogs and poetry, my summer this year in the North Country.