There are entries here in my mind all the time. And real paintings are currently being painted.

I'm uncertain what keeps my blog posts from actually getting written and pictures of my work being taken.

Things snowball. I like that term now, given it's cold and nearing winter.

Time flies by without words actually being written here and it becomes harder and harder. Something hits super-speed play on the button in my mind that that says it's been too long. It's over. That I've failed, I've dropped the ball, I'm alone again.

But this is a journey.

What feels like screwing-up is just one fine journey. Sometimes the journey is finely haphazard on the outside, but my spirit is walking full steam ahead . Sometimes the trail seems to die out and then seemingly out of nowhere you find where it picks up again. That happens in life. You show up again.

Reappearing.

Sometimes that says more than a blog post being published every Monday, Wednesday and Friday at 9am, on a dime.

Consistency is worth something. It's worth a lot. Inconsistency on one plane or sphere of living doesn't necessarily mean there is not consistency throughout.

We get stuck on what's right in front of us.

Is that the meaning of the idiom Can't See the Forest for the Trees?

I love trees. This is a season gathered around trees.

What about when it feels like life has been deforested?

Then there's only stumps.

Can't see the Forest for the Stumps?

The whole message could change, but it's really all the same, tree or no tree. It's easy to get stuck on what is there and what is not there in front of you.

When you really look up and keep going there is so much more around, surrounding, supporting, sustaining, producing, giving oxygen.

Helping you breathe.

Don't you dare ever give up (I tell us both.)

There's more out there than we know.

I'm sure of it because my heart beats.

I'll get back in the swing again.

There's a rhythm to footsteps on the trail.

Sometimes you have to stop a second to pick up on it.

I have to remind even myself sometimes that this is not a paved suburban path.

Life happens on the dirt trail. Stops and starts, injuries, hunger, exhaustion....

There's also encounters with wild beauty, fireside chats and trail angels.

Enough sunrises and sunsets to help anyone keep the faith.

Personally, I have to have faith because there seriously is a song already written and recorded somewhere for EVERY blog post that ever makes it here! lol...Enjoy and have a smile.* :)

*Songs in blog posts don't necessarily reflect songs currently in my personal playlist, but will certainly never be forgotten by me once found.