I’m alive. Sometimes barely so, but I am here.
I’ve been pacing around the perimeter of this blog like a caged animal, wondering if I should look into it, wondering if I should look at it, wondering if I should try and breathe life back through it.
It’s been so long since I’ve kissed her, that I’ve almost forgotten the taste of her words across my lips…
What I know to be true is that when I am like this, like how life has kicked my ass and handed it back to me, She is always there. She, as in my writing. I always say that I treat Her like a mistress – there when it suits me. But She never fails, never really leaves, always there with soft words and a safe space.
So, I’m in her soft space for me again. It is familiar and smells like redemption. The many petals of redemption.
I hope you are all alive too…