I had thought to begin this post with, "I was wandering through the house wondering if I'd ever blog again." Which led me to envision myself in something flowing, moving slowly, fingers draping absently along dust-free surfaces, deep in contemplation.
But none of that ever happens, the flowing, the slowly, the draping. (The dust-free).
I'm here and I'm busy and I'm accepting it may never relent. I'm smiling more than I'm not. My girls are well and beautiful. It's November already. I'll find my way back to this space with time. I've been feeling its absence.