Hasn't it?
A year and a half, and I'm wandering my own pages like a tourist and an old friend.
I wrote a lot of words here, and I grieved here, and I shared here, and I found the joy here.
Time has passed, and I'm still the same. Still wandering. Still writing. Still (and always) looking for the joy.
How are you?
Is it sunny where you are? Are you snug by a fire or are the bees making paths through the flowers by your ears?
I wonder how it is for you, in all your places. I hope you have been truly well.
I have more to say…but for now, it's just a warm and heartfelt
Hello.
:)
