I've been both, I know, o great multitudes of readers. Well both of you anyway. Have had no heart for writing on this blog, no words, and simply putting punctuation on a page didn't seem a workable option. Nothing much to say, neither funny nor wise, little to pontificate about, nor really anything to rant about. It's not that I've been depressed or burnt out. Some stuff happened and I find it myself more likely whispering to myself on the street than proclaiming too much out loud.
searches for what's not there
to practice his craft.
A builder looks for the rotten hole
where the roof caved in. A water carrier
picks the empty pot. A carpenter
stops at the house with no door.
Workers rush toward some hint
of emptiness, which they then
start to fill. Their hope, though,
is for emptiness, so don't think
you must avoid it. It contains
what you need! [Rumi 13th Century]
Still yesterday was Pentecost, and, even in the face of silence and bewilderment, language at least sometimes comes, haltingly or fluently...