No small irony, right? An 18-month pause in a blog about vocation and life because "life was too busy." Criminey.
Work has been the attributed culprit, along with young children. This last year and a half has been incredibly busy, at times insanely so. Emerging from that insanity, I am asking again what makes life meaningful, or at least how I can live a meaningful life. I am less certain that this writing will help me discover that (much less anyone else), or that what I write here will be profound. I am much more certain that I need to write for the discipline of writing. I am learning that writing enables me to be present to the questions my heart is asking, that it enables me to breathe, to imagine, to hope. And besides, it's fun to do.
