My dear (dear) readers,
I began this blog to tell stories of the things – both beautiful and base – that I see around me here in eclectic Boston. It is meant to engage us in the everydays of our fellows with a kind of subtlety, without directly acknowledging the reader. It was (and is) not meant to be a public diary of my very personal adventures. And yet, here I am, breaking form, speaking to you directly, and about myself.
I’ve seen plenty worthy, calling out for sharing in the last month since I’ve posted. But I’ve also been struggling mightily with medical problems – illness that has now necessitated a leave of absence from my work as a physician – and which at the moment calls out much more insistently than the words and images that saturate.
I am sorry to be sick. I am sorry to be away from my work, my normal, and from this place and the blogging community at large. But what is life but peaks and furrows, an endless undulation of season and emotion and existence? I have every expectation of a coming peak. I thank you for reading, and for your patience as I squeak in the stories that call to me between treatments and paperwork and rest. And I wish you all the very best in the New Year.
See you soon.