Writing

So here we are again. Curled up in a blanket late in a September evening – mind wandering, words spilling out of my fingers. There is something (known and well articulated by many better than me) cathartic about writing but I have found my written expression tempered in recent years by a whirling-dervish life. I…

Pondering…

It is well past my bed time and yet the urge to write pervades my attempts to sleep. It has been a long time since I wrote a proper post. Several times I have considered writing one of those “This is my last post” posts but I know, inevitably, I will be seized by the…