Apologies for Not Writing

I tell you, I truly do believe in what they say about time being compressed right now. It just seems like days are just flashing by. At work, we have gone through so many changes. I have worked for the company for six years and had as many bosses. I was married almost five years ago to a wonderful woman. It seems like so far away. Fortunately, we can never forget our honeymoon. It was a cruise to Bermuda, in between hurricanes. Arriving there, we found out that the bus drivers were on strike. That left a few taxis and those scooters. I was fortunate to nab a double seater for us. We were watching the queue for the taxis from our room and a fight almost broke out because this guy tried to jump the line. Very glad I got the scooter. About midweek, we were supposed to go to Hamilton, but the dock workers went on strike, so we were stuck. Once again, glad I got the scooter. Of course, I left out the part of the swells we had to endure on the trip down. I did mention that we went down there between hurricanes.
As usual, I digress. Flashing back to the future, my wife and I are in the process of putting our house on the market. This has got to be the most stressful thing going. All those little fixups you keep putting off, well they have to be done now. Tomorrow we sign the papers with the Realtor. We will have the open house next weekend. So this weekend, we finish up the fixups, and maybe tackle a few of the upgrades we were in the process of and get things cleaned up for showing. In the meantime, we are looking at houses nearer my wife's parents so we can be closer to them to help out when needed. So between fixups and looking at houses, oh yeah, and work, and kids things, I just have not had time to write. Not that I have not wanted to. I have kept a few fortune cookie fortunes to add to my series on Wisdom From a Fortune Cookie. I am supposed to be writing about this year of Hope. I just have not been too inspired with the rising gas prices, the mortgage crisis, Bush's shenanigans, and the many men and women who have lost their life in this crap excuse for a war. I know there are signs, but it is so hard to focus with all else going on.
I hope to return to writing soon. Once the house is on the market and we have everything cleaned up and ready to go, then I can relax. Of course, that is why I have been posting in my groups periodically. Lapses and then a burst of postings. When I can, I get back to it. I do miss writing though. I felt alive when writing. It was like Fools Crow said about his medicine, he was a "hollow bone" allowing the healing to flow through him. That is the way I feel about my writing, that I am just the scribe for thoughts and wisdom given to me. Right now, I am tired, disconnected, and in some ways frustrated. Maybe that is why I don't write. I fear that those feelings will come through rather than feelings of hope, feelings of connectedness, feelings of a mission.
Bear with me for a little longer and I will soon be back to writing. Of course, then it could be like a dam bursting. I sometimes get multiple inspirations, but often hold off so that people have time to read each one. If I return to writing, I may just let go and allow things to flow.
So please, bear with me. I do respond to emails as I get them.
Be well, and know that we are all connected. One heart, one spirit.