Back from bathtub banishment

Have you ever luxuriated in a frothy, extravagant bubble bath so long that the warm relaxing water turns tepid enough to cause shivers and compels you to finally relent and get out?

That has pretty much been me over the last ten days or so. My absence from my blog implies nothing catastrophic or even particularly meaningful. I have been soaking and the water was just too inviting to get out of with any degree of haste.

Sometimes the swirl of life is self-perpetuated. Busyness becomes its own purpose, and conspires to slowly poison the soul. When I find myself increasingly dismissive of my blessings and instead bogged down by the simple tediums and tasks in my daily life, it becomes a necessity to recharge, renew, relax, and rewind. To deliberately carve time out to strengthen and reposition my commitment to keep the promise of a life lived, deliberately.

Enter my literal and figurative bubble bath. Ten days. A new personal record. But though I am emerging with a keen sense of blog withdrawal and an impressive case of pruney fingers, my heart and body are well saturated in renewal and joy. Amazing what a little exile can do for the soul. I am joyful to be back.

Miss me?

*grin*