I have to admit that I have a tendency to be Insular in nature when I am overwhelmed by everything going on around me.
Among the various definitions (mostly negative) for this word "Insular", I chose to use it with the definition that "Insular" can be used to describe a person who is socially isolated and tends to avoid contact with others.
This is a default fallback position for me often, to be in solitude. Sort of a mental "Run for the hills" kind of reaction. A mental version of disappearing into the woods and building a bushcraft shelter of the mind and putting the world aside.
You may have noticed my absence here for a couple months. This would be why. As of late I have had enough, actually too much... And before you ask, this is not about people or any person as source, this is purely a stress response.
I needed a break, a sabbatical as it were, and though I kept up my minimal required contact and maintenance of certain obligations, I have for the most part stepped back from almost everyone.
It's times like these I dive into my Christian Mental Health Song library for headphone therapy. Nothing else will do besides healthy doses of the word also.
On top of this, in the physical realm, the wife and I went through a serious bout of the Common Cold. No it wasn't a flu or covid, just a cold, but a doozy.
So you may ask why am I here now? Well, I have had several friends do a welfare check as it were and I figured I had better at least say I am alive and ease other's distress.
It is good to be wanted and loved. And ultimately Christ is the epitome of that statement.
Not sure what the next blog entry will be about, as like I said in the beginning of this I am not on a schedule for it, but write when moved to, in which even todays entry was prompted by concern.
In His Mercy, in His Grace, in His love! Blessings!
Your brother and fellow-servant of the Most High!
Don't be a grape. 🚫 🍇
🦊 Jack [ The Foxman on the Wall ]
