Hello blog, it's me...

I feel like I did when I was a kid and I ignored my journals for a period of time. I'd stop writing and then when I picked up the pen I wasn't sure if I should play catch-up with everything I'd missed, or start with whatever the thing was that had prompted me to pick up the pen again.

I've been avoiding writing. I've told myself I'm too busy, I don't have the time in the evenings, I don't have anything new or interesting to say, and weekends are too hectic to waste time on a computer. But the truth of the matter is that writing makes me confront my demons, and sometimes it's easier to push all that to the side and continue merrily along in ingorance.
Or denial.
But the thing is, that only works for so long until eventually it reaches a point where it threatens to erupt into what my friend Diana so eloquently calls... emotional vomit.

Writing soothes my soul. I don't like to talk. I process my thoughts slower than most people, I think. Writing gives me the time and opportunity to sort through my thought process, to find exactly what I want to say, and more times than not- I usually find my answer to whatever I'm wrestling with by the time I'm through.

So why stop? Because sometimes there are answers I don't want to hear, and lessons that I don't want to learn, and recongizing a problem means that I can no longer continue in blissfull ignorance and I actually have to DO something to change it.

And that's not always easy.

So if you're still hanging with me... bear with me. I'm still processing...

15 Words or Less Photo Poetry

A thousand reflections

Ships on a shallow sea

littering the ground

…losing sight of me