with our palms cupped like shovels

It's been so long since I've sat down with the intentions to write something. It seems that there is always something better to do; or other things to occupy my time. Some days, I log onto this site with high hopes for something special. I want the words to flow out, free and full of inspiration, but that is often not the case. Even now as I type, I feel the inspiration, once strong, now slowly evaporating.

What is it that I want to say? What is it that I want to express? Regret may be one thing. I have not forgotten you. I have not moved on to find another me while at the same time letting go of friendships. Forgive me if it feels that way. It's not my intention.

Right now, I'm happy. I feel unsettled and constantly on the move, but I feel I'm in the right direction. I hope that time will prove me right and that I will prove that my interest in your lives has not waned but strengthened.

This is all the typing I can muster for now. Hopefully I will be around again soon. To all reading this, I hope tomorrow is better than today.

with love...