This past year I have often thought of this blog as "my poor neglected space". Now I see it has been a concentration of silently counting my breaths in and out 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 and over again. Baby steps, is what I need to climb back to my creative self.
While I've been gone I have started and stopped, feasted and fasted, struck out and held close. I have been sitting in virtual circle and digging deep, excavating nuggets of gold and shards of fractured glass. I have lost and found hope
meditated on chicken feet
and equally complex natural worlds unto themselves.