Like a hyphen. Like a bridge.

Poor blog. I never wanted to be ‘one of those’ bloggers, who went months between posts. Who does that?

Me.

Why? Don’t know. Maybe because there has been so much going on that to try to capture it here seemed futile.

Or maybe because there has been so much going on that I don’t trust this very public space with my stories. Even if no one ever reads them.

Truth be told, I haven’t been writing much anywhere. Not in my journals, not on my blog…kinda too bad because the past year is probably one that should be documented.

It’s one of those in-between years. The year between what was known and what is still becoming known. Like a hyphen. Like a bridge.

Speaking of bridges, last week I spent time with dear friends in New York. I hadn’t seen them in almost seven years. In fact, Jac and E were expecting P (the handsome little guy in the photos above). And now they are pregnant with their second child. Sure hope it’s not another 7 years til I get to meet that precious one!

During one of our outings, J and P introduced me to DUMBO (no relation to the elephant, it turns out!). A magical little place between the Brooklyn and Manhattan bridges. We climbed rocks, we looked for natural treasures, and we pushed logs out into the water while wishing them safe passage and new adventures.

It is tempting during these bridge years, during these hyphen years, to feel like ‘real’ life is on pause. But it’s not.

If I were more of an artist, I’d construct a bridge of the past year that would, I suppose, literally span across the Atlantic. The strength of the bridge all coming from the attributes of our Lord, the God of the Whole Universe

Figuratively, it would span hellos and goodbyes. Ups and towns. Successes and failures. Joy and pain. Beauty, hope and faith comingled with fears and risk.