My Woods

I've been on a blogging haitus of sorts, so once again, pardon my pause.

Spring often brings me full circle and I find myself writing more, needing to come back to this wordy life. Sometimes I wonder what in the world I'm doing, a 36 year old mother of four, finishing an English degree, to what?  Well, as I've said before, my admittedly crazy dream is to write. I am duly self-depreciating, knowing that my dream is a long-shot, so I stealthily cover my tracks lest I end up doing "something else" with my degree.  For whatever it's worth, I'm doing this for love, for love of words and story and humanity, because words and story are about humanity. Books stores are undoubtedly overcrowded, but among the throng are the gems that really say something important about people and the world and life.  If I live long enough or feel deeply enough, suffering or joy, perhaps my words, the ones on the page, will reflect the life of wisdom, compassion and creativity that I long for in my real world.

So here's to life, learning, dreams, the written word, and whatever comes next...