It’s Time

I’ve had this blog for over a year and have had liitle or no mind to write in it, beyond the first entry, until now. Even if I say nothing, it’s time to write. If no one reads these words, it’s time to write. Because I’ve always written, because these words heal, because I’ve been afraid to share so publicly. Fear goes nowhere here, only to isolation. And until now, I have kept myself too busy moving to have mental time to share. What, I wonder, is waiting to come out? I can only find out by listening to the hammer of keys and watching the fabric of my mind unfold. So goes it.