Such a word that is, indica­tive of choices big and small. I’ve faced more change than choice in the past 30 days or so, thanks to a major rela­tion­ship change.¹ But there have been choices, and there will be yet more choices in the future — choices that I will be mak­ing alone, for the first time in many years.

Choice, reflected in that word, is the NaBloPoMo theme for March. And I’m mak­ing a change, by mak­ing a choice to return to blogging.

I’ve been jour­nal­ing pri­vately these past weeks as a spir­i­tual prac­tice and have found it reward­ing. I’m not quite doing writer’s pages à la Julia Cameron, but per­haps I’ll return to that dis­ci­pline at some point. To be hon­est, my spir­i­tual life has suf­fered greatly in the past six years, and my writ­ing has suf­fered along with it (as well as my music, needle­work, and every­thing else).

So, per­haps I’ll write about choices this month. Or about changes. Or about any­thing else that strikes my fancy. I’m just mak­ing a com­m­mit­ment to post­ing a bit each day, for now.