Hello, internet. I’ve been remiss. Again. I am finding words hard this winter. Like I’ve lost them in the snow eddies which never cease. It is not the cold silence of depression or the hollow quiet of grief. Just a neutral, white Wordless. I sometimes wonder if all this waiting has me tongue-tied. Comatized. Mind-numbed … Continue reading

The Return

I thought a break from writing would help me better process the crazy changes in store this autumn and leave space for my private life to flourish, but it seems I was wrong. Writing is, by its essence, an act of processing. To put new things into words requires attentive thought unlike any other I … Continue reading