It has been over a week since my last blog post, and while, for some, that may not seem like a long time, for me it is an eternity.

I have had a huge lump of writers block stopping me from logging on.  That and 3 sick kids, beautiful spring weather and a hankering to clean the house & property.

There is nothing “wrong”, it is just that life took over. Reality was fulfilling and amazing. It was simple and productive, and I dove into it and soaked up every moment.

I played in the sunshine with my pox covered son, and tucked my stomach flu daughter into her blankets so she would be toasty warm.

I hauled rocks, and dug gravel as hubby and I built up the walls of a new garden bed.  I chased chickens, dusting each one thoroughly for mites.  I laughed and played, and stayed off line.

I spent the past week (or two) working behind the scenes, darting about the shadows, staying out of the social beam. I logged out on weekends, prioritizing life over work.

I let others take over for a while, tossing them the reins of projects and campaigns, happy and secure in my little bubble.

and I stopped writing.

There was nothing to share with you, nothing you needed to know. Nothing other than life, as it happens.

I have not been sad, or depressed, or stressed. I have been content, at peace and comfortable in my world.

And I trusted that sometimes it is just fine to take a break.

For just a little while. . .  longer.