In truth - I've missed this space.
I've missed the showing up. I've missed the slowing down.
I've missed the letting go...the contemplating...the creating....the arriving.
I've missed the daily returning...and the beginning again. Each and every day with new eyes.
In short - I've missed my practice.
So...here I am.
Toes spread. Feet pressed into the ground. Heart open.
Rooted.
I've missed this sharing.
It's been only a short time away.. Time enough for thoughts to come...and thoughts to go.
These 9 months have been complicated...confusing...scary.
I feel it.
I'm often stopped still in my tracks.....speechless.
I've steadfastly refused to fuel the fire.
Curious - I thought - as they poked their heads thru.
Looking and seeing. Seeing and looking.
What were they thinking? What was I not?
We are all the same.
Aren't we?
Without wanting to commit - I know - I want to write more.
I want to share more.
I want to speak to beauty.
Joy - in itself - feels like a conscious act of defiance.
Perhaps it's our only defense.
We can. We will. We are.
Aaaah....yes. It's good to be back.