Neglect

2007 has been one of the more difficult years of my life. There is the usual work/business stuff, of course, but I also bought a house. Buying a house in Seattle can be a traumatic experience in and of itself, but I've also been remodeling. Not just "Let's change the color of the bathroom" remodeling but full-on interior landscape remodeling.

One of the most difficult parts to this kind of remodeling, besides the work/financial aspect, is the unsettledness. Still living amongst unpacked boxes....not knowing where things are (like business records for taxes)...not having a kitchen... Oh, did I mention that I haven't had a kitchen? Yeah, so, that's been kind of difficult....

Anyway, the process has started. The remaining demo has been completed. Well, mostly. Things will be underway soon to finally put back all of the pieces.

I bring this up because this is primarily why I haven't written lately...and why I might not get around to writing anytime soon. Topics and issues seem to swirl around in my head but I usually don't have the time or energy to digest, contemplate and write about them in a way that's palatable. So for now things are back burnered, and soon, hopefully, I will be able to write again.

With that said...I'm going to leave you with part of a poem. It came across my path recently, and I'm choosing to share it here because I really want to talk about the ideas in it down the road. Hope you enjoy!!

"....But often, in the world's most crowded streets,
But often, in the din of strife,
There rises an unspeakable desire
After the knowledge of our buried life;
A thirst to spend our fire and restless force
In tracking out our true, original course;
A longing to inquire
Into the mystery of this heart which beats
So wild, so deep in us to know
Whence our lives come and where they go....."

The Buried Life
Matthew Arnold
http://www.bartleby.com/246/422.html