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…

No promises.

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…