There Is Nothing to Say

Image copyright 2010, Ajijaakwe; all rights reserved.

I took this photo several years ago, at a New Mexico wildlife refuge. As I was scrolling through those photos earlier today, I kept coming back to this one, maybe because it reflects how I feel now: burned, broken, and tossed into a heap.

By life, I mean. By circumstances. By things beyond my control that nevertheless dictate how I live my days at this moment, and how I will continue to live them for the foreseeable future.

It is one thing to be responsible for family. It is quite another to have all your choices taken away from you before you have any way of knowing that there is a situation requiring a choice to be made.

Oblique, I know. But people close to know what I mean. And it's one of the reasons why I post so rarely these days. Because there is nothing to say.

So I apologize for my absence. It'll likely be worse over the next two or three weeks. But at some point this summer - I hope - I will have a bit of my life back.

And maybe, once again, I'll have something to say.