I climbed out of my rut this weekend. Not sure why it happened now, but it did. Maybe I was laying fallow and all the various things that have been occurring in the background of my life sprang, flowered and now are being harvested.
The desire to write, to share to explore my world and to document what goes on in it is strong again, and I'll once again make the effort to do this on a consistent basis and see where it takes me. Not unlike the process of quitting smoking, the process of keeping on track with maintaining a record of life takes many tries.
Today, Paul and I went to the First Unitarian Church of Baltimore. What a fantastic experience. It was warm, and welcoming and the service was centered around the theme of "Harvest" (thus the title of today's post...and you thought I was just a creative genius without any help! Ha!). Listening to the stories behind what 'harvest' means to different people was very moving, as so many of them closely defined what I've been feeling and what I think Paul has been feeling.
We've both been a bit 'anchorless' and sort of swimming around without any purpose or destination, and I think that we've both realized that we need to have some sort of direction in order to have forward movement.
Besides the step of going to church, we also actually went out with another couple on Saturday night for drinks. We met them at the dog park, and our pups are good buddies, so we spent part of the day together at a beach dog park, and then invited them out for drinks. Like real grown-ups. What a concept. Had a nice time, we survived, and we discovered that sharing time with others besides ourselves was a nice experience.
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