Are you ready for a weak hello, from far away, squeaking imperceptibly from the jaws of the tin-man? Because that’s what it feels like—finding my blogger’s voice after so long. “Sono arrugginita,” I’d say in Italian. I’m rusted. Rusted over. Immobilized by that beautiful crusty stuff that simultaneously gives our lives texture and warmth, while it weakens our strongest beams and monuments.
I’ve missed being here, in this space, sharing daily observations and gratitude. I’ve missed finding a reason to check-in and report on the various grazie ricevute. Blessings received. Near misses. Daily wonders and blunders. I’ve missed being in touch with you, hearing your voices.
Some other day, I’ll tell you “where” I’ve been. But today I just want to say that the rusty me is being recommissioned. I don’t know exactly how to begin, being rusty as I am. But, there, I already have. And, so, seeing as I’ve started, awkwardly, stiffly, once again to lumber into this world, let it carry on. From this day forward. Rust and all.