Who was it who said we must write removed? Wordsworth? Whitman? Certainly it was one of the Great W writers.
Life has changed so much in the last few months. Or maybe not all all. Maybe it's just my perception that's changed.
So now that my world is growing small again, I'll ease back into these pages, taking my time in making sense of the beauty and the pain of all I've seen and what I've done.
All I have to say for now is that the morning hours under the studio skylight are still my favorite, living with a spider who keeps biting my toes.
I can hear the train in the distance, a train that I'm not rushing to catch.
And a vintage Alice Hoffman in my hands, whispering her permission to write wildly.