Here I am.

Here I am.  Did you miss me?  In many ways, I missed this space I created for myself.  This sanctuary.  I missed coming here.

Laying it all out.

Being silly.

Being sad.

Being whomever I needed to be when I needed to be her.

Lots of life was lived while I was gone — extraordinary blessings and some of the greatest pains I’ve ever experienced (both physically and emotionally).  Through it all, I wanted to be here but it just didn’t feel…right.  For months I’ve been trying so hard to figure out how to find my way back here.  So hard.  It’s just…what should I say?  What can I say?  What can I say that matters?

That last question is a doozy, no?  The very question that drives me away and yet the very elusive answer that draws me back in.  Guess I’ll just have to keep writing to find out.