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There are certainly different seasons to life. I read that in Ecclesiastes recently. A time for everything.
In fact, there was something in this most recent read-through of Ecclesiastes that prompted me thus:
Time to start writing again.
Certainly the busyness of life keeps me from writing (I don’t mean only that I am engaged in other activities so that there is truly no time in the schedule for it, I mean often there are so many other things that need done, to choose writing of any sort becomes the least justifiable use of time, consequently pushed aside) but also there is an abiding, niggling doubt pervading my inner conversation causing me to question whether it would be any use to write at all anyway.
There are other factors. And all of them, or enough of them, are nearly always victorious.
But, I think I’m going to give it another go.
Let’s see what comes of this.


Go for it Greg! Miss reading your writings! Love, Aunt Sara