Thank you!

Lately, I’ve been writing a lot. I woke up for the first time in years the other night to write something down. I think that’s a good sign. I’m still writing about things that are safe. I’m not writing poems or fiction even. I’m not writing about my mom. I’m not writing about the things that sometimes keep me awake at night.

But I AM writing. More and more these days.

I’m thankful to have this as “practice for the writing muscle” as Anne Lamont would say. (Read Zia's review of bird by bird). It’s started the process. I’m listening to things around me more; I’ve started to compile a long list of ideas that I will write about when I have the time. If I’m diligent, maybe those ideas will lead me to write for real again.

And, it’s practice for me to “show up” completely to those in my life. I’ve gotten so much encouragement from the little that I have shared. It’s made a world of difference for me. So, thank you—for all of the messages, the prodding to get off my ass (after how many years?), and for all of your support. The words "You make loving fun" come to mind. I swear, there is a Feetwood Mac song for everything.