i will set my house on fire 'cause i don't need it anymore...
...goes a line in a song by The Tallest Man on Earth (an absurdly wonderful and bizarre swedish songwriter). i don't know how else to say goodbye to this dear, exuberant, mad journal other than a ritual celebratory burning because o, i have loved writing my froggoddess chronicles so much and as i wrote myself over and over i have become something else altogether. i have no idea what. but not froggoddess. and that is the secret to why i've been silent these past few months. at first i thought i was busy, and then i thought i was lazy, but then i sat and realized actually it's that i'm done. not with writing, and maybe not with blogging, but suddenly it feels like the time held in this corner of the internet is its own world and that i am not wholly of it anymore.
sitting here, trying to piece together the chronology of what is so different and why i feel i no longer belong on froggoddess, i just had an epiphany about what was going on in february/march and how it all relates to every personal growth project i've ever had. and yet i just don't feel like writing or talking about it. i don't intend to be cryptic; my life is more whole and full and beautiful than it ever has been. these days i am always over-full with gratitude and awe at how rich my life is and how the lessons run deeper and at how i have miraculously become this person who moves through them all more-or-less gracefully. and i am so glad to have existed in this space for so long, and for the way writing here allowed me to make sense of my life and to be more connected to my dear, dear friends who kept reading for so long. but i'm done, here.
maybe it's also the house. happy 2nd anniversary, dear froghouse. lately i have been more alive in this land than in these words. stop by and see for yourself.
so much love, always,
a.
sitting here, trying to piece together the chronology of what is so different and why i feel i no longer belong on froggoddess, i just had an epiphany about what was going on in february/march and how it all relates to every personal growth project i've ever had. and yet i just don't feel like writing or talking about it. i don't intend to be cryptic; my life is more whole and full and beautiful than it ever has been. these days i am always over-full with gratitude and awe at how rich my life is and how the lessons run deeper and at how i have miraculously become this person who moves through them all more-or-less gracefully. and i am so glad to have existed in this space for so long, and for the way writing here allowed me to make sense of my life and to be more connected to my dear, dear friends who kept reading for so long. but i'm done, here.
maybe it's also the house. happy 2nd anniversary, dear froghouse. lately i have been more alive in this land than in these words. stop by and see for yourself.
so much love, always,
a.