I wonder… how do I grab my thoughts? If only I could trap them in a net. Would I catch them all as they pass by or would some pass swiftly through? Too small and delicate to linger there, so tiny but so true. If I caught them, I would offer them to the one who knows my heart. The lovely ones, the beautiful dreams, the hopes that flutter by. Could I offer you also the ugly, dark and dirty…
It’s been eighteen long months since I’ve written anything. A journal entry, a blog post, an idea. It’s been all I can do to write a grocery list. Yet, here I am again. After much internal struggle, I made the choice this week to sign up to be part of the Hope*Writers community.In taking this step I was also making the decision to write again. For better or worse. I was hoping in part, that I wouldn’t get in to…