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Baby Steps

I have been silent on my blog for nearly 9 months. I have attempted numerous entries, but after staring empty headed at a blank screen for seemingly forever, I would walk away in frustration. Something was - IS - missing. In fact, that seems to be the story of my life as of the past 14.5 months. My Dad's death, of which I have written about twice, has really hit me hard. When I got the call that he had died, I doubled over and physically felt a solid punch to my gut. In that moment, everything changed. My entire being was altered. It was as though that forceful punch simultaneously knocked out of me my breath, my joy, and my voice. 
In the midst of this existential crisis, I have taken to journaling the old fashioned way - with pen and paper - trying to find my missing breath, joy, and voice. But the content is deeply personal and private, so my blog remained dormant. As I was contemplating on how to find some happy medium that would get me back on the blogosphere, I thought about that silly Bill Murray/Richard Dreyfus movie, What About Bob? The psychiatrist (Dreyfus) writes a book about his philosophy of treating patients by moving forward in "baby steps." So I thought perhaps that is what I need to do...come back a little at a time.
Since finding my words has been such a struggle, I thought I might begin with just some photographs that I took this summer on my trip to Amsterdam, Bruges, and Paris. After all, a picture is worth a thousand words.
Here is a teaser...more to come this weekend!
Belgian Waffles with Chocolate Sauce & Fresh Whipped Cream - YUM!
Joy temporarily found...



Comments

Julie Tulba said…
Happy to see you posting again but I know how hard it is to get back into the swing of things when you've been away for so long and your heart is not fully in it. But your readers will always be there waiting, so do things on your time when you want.

Belgian waffles are the best although the Liege style is my favorite :)

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