...and it's about time.
I'm sure my (few) readers sensed the energy ebbing from this blog as much as I did. Part of it was that I was writing a lot of facebook notes that then got copied here, so there was never any fresh, creative energy at the blog, because nothing started here.
But most of it was that I was - and am - going through some big changes. I love writing; it's my catharsis - but I haven't been in an emotional space to really write for a very long time.
It was once pointed out to me that after being through a dark night of the soul, one has to recommit oneself to one's life: not just carry on with it, but renew one's vows with life and the world above passionately and deeply. Sometimes it takes longer than we think; often, each time we go to the underworld, the pull gets stronger and recommitting becomes harder.
Always, we are profoundly changed.
This has been a long, intense trip down under for me, beginning almost a year ago - and I'm a nighttime/underworld girl by nature. Resurfacing, recommitting, deciding to be here with my whole heart and soul, when there was a huge part of me that just wanted a 'do over' (I believe in reincarnation) took a very, very long time.
But here I am - and instead of leaving the twilight behind, ever yearning for it, I bring it with me. Hence the title (thanks to Elaine) from Yeats.
And so, I write again. I thought about a new blog, but the Jungian in me wouldn't let me create that false division: even though I feel light years away from the person who started this blog, I am still she - MORE she, not less. Older, deeper, more authentic. To distance myself from her would have been wrong - for without her, I wouldn't be here now.
Same blog, but a new design and a title that is truly me. I can see Jung nodding his approval - not, of course, that I need it ;-).
And so, my friends, here we go: after life, death, then life again. It will ever be so.
Join me, if you will, as I cast off on this new voyage - but bear in mind that it will not be certain, tame or safe, for, like George Eliot:
I would not creep along the coast, but steer out in mid-sea by guidance of the stars.
Oh - and I have no idea where I'm going.
Then grab your sextant, a bottle of wine and...all aboard!