There are days when there is nothing I want to say or post.
It is a period of being devoid of having anything new to say or an opinion that is not expressed elsewhere.
Perhaps it is uncertainty. (And no, the “perhaps” was not a play on words).
Many people out here in Blogland have volumes to write in a seemingly endless and reliable fashion.
I am not one of those bloggers.
I find that silence is sometimes my best friend. I have days where I absorb, I hear and think and feel what is going on around me, but I let it pass through without grabbing on to see what will settle and to not push myself into believing one thing or another.
A recent post here related to Widows in India, arguably only a very small percentage of a vast population, but the subject induced a long series of comments. I understand why, the title alone: Widows in India, did nothing to demonstrate that the subject was less than the entire class of Widows. I could understand why someone who has lived and breathed in a Society, and has taken on obligations and watched others around take on obligations, would feel the need to enlighten us further. I also understand the varied responses and different interpretations of others who commented on that particular piece.
It made me realize, not for the first time in my life, how much of this world is an illusion. I say this because we all see the world with a different vision, different senses, different emotions, etc. All of these “reactions” play out what our individual world amounts to, whether accurate or not, I am not convinced that there can ever be only one version, one vision.