Where I am

Eek it's been a year and a day since I last posted. I don't know what happened to me, but along the way, I lost the need to write. Writing puts my experiences in a cage, it seems. Life is never quite like how I wrote it to be. Sure, there are moments when it seems that the Spirit writes and at those times, the words become honest, and they convey something that's as real to you as your breath. But as with your breath, the reality of words also so suddenly fade, changes, and again, nothing is certain.

Anyhow, this past year, I've just been trying to live my life with a little bit more joy, a little bit more acceptance, a little bit more trust. Now I believe that my life is well, because I will it to be so.

This is my life and every part of it, pleasant or otherwise is me. And I accept it. I appreciate it.

I am grateful.