So life keeps happening. All around me, new life is born, flowers bloom from soaked soil, homes repainted, churches updated, passions uncovered. Life, lived, happening.
But here I am again, it has surely been too long. I haven't written. I haven't shared. Because there is so much to share. So much to process. So much pain that I want left untouched, but life keeps happening. So maybe I keep writing. I have been nudged a few times by various people from various walks of life, to write. To share. To help put words to their hurts and pains and grief, through my own. Because we all know those times, those people who have written their hurts and pains and griefs and it cut to our core, and we FELT again. We let our pain come out, because someone dared to be honest, and it spoke. So do I write?
I think I am ready. I think I need to be ready, either way. And maybe my words with reach your heart. And maybe they will reach my own. And somehow we will trudge through this life together with words written.
