It’s been so long since I’ve sat in front of the computer really trying to write.  It feels almost like I’ve forgotten how this works…what my creative process looks like.  It’s going to take me a while to figure out what I’m supposed to be doing here now.  Ever the impatient one, I’m already frustrated with not being able to just come here and let go.
So much has changed the last year and a half and sometimes I look back at the way things used to be and it feels …

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This NaBloPoMo is not working out so well in terms of the posting daily, but I have posted more in the last couple weeks than I have in a while and so you have to give me that much, people. YOU HAVE TO GIVE ME THAT.
So, here is one tidbit…
Over there on the sidebar where I post photos every once and again you will see that I have added a photo of my sister and soon to be nephew. He’s in there. I’ve seen the photos! …

The other day I posted a poem by Jane Hirshfield called Each Moment a White Bull Steps Shining into the World.  As I read this for the first time, I was struck by the beauty and simplicity- of the poet’s ability to say so much with so little.  It reflects, very much, my personal beliefs about the struggles we face in life.  Each struggle can be looked at as a gift and treated as one we asked for.
We all have moments that are incredibly challenging.  Beyond those struggles we also …