Months Spent…

I truly thought that in last June I had found the writing flow but truth is I had not. Not in my journal through the rest of the year, not on here…just in my head. But no sooner would I sit down to let the words spill out would I lose them.

Blank.

I spent the rest of the Summer into Fall, now here we are going into Winter(and another year) still focused on health and home. Some months were spent in full prayer mode or mourning mode. Some months were spent simply only holding joy in hanging with my little grand Bebe. Some months were spent riding out some serious hurricane weather. Some months (and continued months ahead) spent working on projects with my main loved ones. One month spent building a greenhouse (during a hurricane). All months spent trying to thrive in the middle of a pandemic.

So, you can see, I have been busy. Just not busy pushing my creativity on here. Truthfully I rise each day telling myself to write, to be creative…daily. And on the daily I fail myself. Today I decided I would just write something, anything….it is a start right?

I didn’t lose my voice. Trust it is there. I think I am just that selective in what I share.

I didn’t realize until working on Project ‘C’ how much I actually missed writing and the whimsical feeling words give me. That feeling of putting something together to bring thought or discussion amongst others lifts me.

So, in repeatative form, bare with me. More to come from my rambling mind on another day, perhaps before June, ha!…I haven’t gone away.