Being too busy (or to careless) to write starts a long list of troubles: not being mindful each moment to seek out the bliss waiting to reveal itself, not keeping promises to take time to write tomorrow, losing the sparkle of creativity in each simple task, forgetting to purposely flavor actions with glorious intent, missing the satisfaction of accurate description and focused inspiration. And that's just from my side of the blog.
Two readers actually asked where I'd gone. Another expressed great pleasure and relief when I returned to the screen. Thank you for waiting. At the end of the sand details from yesterday's blog, a sunset was painting itself to an end. It's now out of my head and on the page for you.