Today, it felt like coming home – sharing on this blog again after taking a year break from regular posting. I took a break when Marcie started grade school last year and I didn’t feel that it would help you by posting for the sake of posting. As such, for the past year:
On this blog:
I only worked on a few series centered on new studies on topical corticosteroid withdrawal, contact dermatitis and skin defences, and organizing my archive posts into Google Collections.
On other pursuits:
I took an interest in hand lettering and visual notes, and you’d see more of these for this year’s posting.
In 2017, I’d post twice a week, a lighter posting schedule compared to three times a week in the past. I feel that this feels a little like coming home, returning to what this blog is about, i.e. turning blues to bliss.
Blogging on EczemaBlues.com – feels like coming home after a long vacation
Sharing verses from a poem Coming Home by American poet, Vern Rutsala (from January 1985 Poetry Magazine)
We thought we knew these
sidewalk cracks by heart
but even they have altered
in our absence, branching out
on their own. The yard too
has a new identity -some
plants dead, others new.
Inside, the knives and forks
don’t seem the same and feel
wrong in our hands. The design
is more extreme than we remember and there has been
some subtle change in scale
too. The touch of familiar
things is strange, surfaces
feel foreign as if we had
brought back some art
of foreignness. Even the old
companions – tables and chairs,
the light through a window –
seem alien. We are back
but not back all the way.
