Long promised, to myself, that I would pick up the habit of looking for the music in my keyboard, I am finally at the place where I can do so. The silence, this time around, was not the emptiness of the past decade where the blog would go untouched for weeks and months without attention. This time, it was due to the transformative nature of the previous semester’s full load of classes. I had so much to think about and to write and to do, that I felt I needed to pause the blog as it would sap the necessary energy for writing class submissions.
Looking back to the summer of 2021, I am neither in the same lifeworld that I inhabited then, nor do I feel significantly transformed. And yet, I can tell that changes have been taking place below the surface consciousness of my thoughts. Is it the same experience as the liminal spaces I have long inhabited and those which I sought to change as one of the motives for restarting regular writing here on the blog? It does not feel as though it is, and this perhaps is the biggest signal of the changes that have taken place and are continuing to take place.
There is none of the ambiguity that characterizes liminality – instead there has been and continues to be – immense clarity in the knowledge that transformation and change must occur. Perhaps it is the experience of past such efforts that make this process feel more fluid and seamless this time around? Traveling after two years of stasis has offered the physical component to the current sense of a past that is over and a future that is under construction; interestingly, with less uncertainty of purpose *even* though the final form that will be tangibly manifested is not yet clear and still emergent.
I have a few blogposts I must craft this week, amidst a recognition that the blog writing is part and parcel of my current journey of discovery and exploration, not a distraction to be paused. Time must be carved out for it, as must the energy be continuously fed. Depletion is not a helpless function.
