I can't help but think of the Bjork song. It hasn't been love that's been driving the roller coaster, but I still think about this song whenever I feel myself being pulled up mountains and thrown into gorges. The extremes of chaos and quiet, joy and despair.
Life has been busy and drawing my attention inwards while I struggle to understand what's going on and why, what I can do about things, what must simply be endured.
I have been feeling a little sad about the inevitability of bubbles bursting. They seem to be popping all around me right now.
And what's left are the exposed and raw insides of big challenges - themes that come back again and again as I stumble through the world's complexities. Yet again I learn they are not problems to solve, but hardships to learn to live with, irritations that bring on wriggles and squirms to seek a more comfortable spot.
So it may be a little quiet around here as I seek the next equilibrium and start looking outwards again.