I start back in at this slowly, but with a little each day perhaps this time I shall return. I tried several times before, thinking I was ready but finding I wasn't - so I faded into silence again.
Perhaps this time shall be different.
I know saying "I hope" won't be enough, for this is something which shall take repeated and constant effort, a little each day. I used to write. i used to review. I was considered to be a leader in the community for which I participated. Things changed and I faded away.
I have friends here. Ones I know personally. Ones I shared long lunches and sorrowful tears with. I watch them thrive. I smile at their activity and their engagement. I know they have came back from where I was so I take inspiration in that.
They have art. I have my words only. I do consider them art, but the visual is so much more engaging and compelling. We live in a visual age. I know with words eloquent enough I can take a place here, but it requires a daily devotion to the