It’s been five months since I updated this home page. I don’t know how that’s possible.
It’s almost Spring. In the meantime, Winter happened. Leaves died. People died. Part of me died.
And now we wait, for the leaves to be reborn. I didn’t wait for things in me to be. I’ve made that happen, a little bit at a time. I’m still waiting, though, for the writer within to awaken fully.
I’m punchy and impatient, for the creativity and for the warmer temps. Of course, they’ll be here before I know it. And they’ll be gone just as fast.
Try to catch a moment before it’s gone. If you succeed, tell me how you did it. And don’t say one day, and one word, at a time.
Tell me how you stop time.