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Stuck.

It’s 3 am. I can’t sleep, and I’m in the midst of getting over a cold. It started with a sore throat which some might say is a result of not expressing myself; there must be something I want to say, but don’t know how to say it. I’ll interpret it as a lack of keeping this blog updated for the past six months.

And where have I been? All over and under and in between.

What do I have to say? Thoughts are fleeting. I don’t have a story or an entry that can be neatly tied up with a bow, or something with a clear beginning, middle, and end.

Isn’t that what we’re taught and what I teach about story lines?

Those are all the reasons that it’s taken me so long to publish something. And yet so much has happened! But where to begin? I suppose, at where, I left off before.

Please be so kind as to keep reading.

For Mom

images-1On the phone

you stayed

Silence on my part

And you stayed

 

You are where you need to be

pain and all

 

I came full circle

from

there’s this and this and this and

STOP RUSHING ME!

to

I have my own timing,

my own way.

 

Yes.

I am here right now.

 

Fear is

Steps in mud

calendars stagnant

and

fear is

just being where I am.

 

And you stayed

And you walked

and you stay

and  you

walk with me.