Natural Decisions.

My writing has suffered as a result of too much life going on outside of this little box we call the computer.

Bliss has intervened and all sense of time has become a blur.

But, dear reader, I propose, as I have many times in the past, that I will come back to you.

I am actively preparing for the new season, looking forward to sprouting shoots and adventures as of yet not planned. I will see Minnesota, perhaps the West, and certainly various aspects of the East. After months of storage and clenched bodies, we are uncurling ourselves to wake up to the new air around us.

And as I love lists, I must ask: What are you looking forward to?

And I say yes once more.

Many birthdays find you with the phrase "Here we are again." Sometimes the tone is contemplative, sometimes resentful, but this year it is all together content. Noting the reflection of another year past, a summary of doings and a vast plane of emotional markers. I woke up in the darkness and pushed out into a cold, but wonderous morning of frost and mountain sunrises, beautiful and strong. I enjoyed the company of friends and phone calls from the people I love. And upon arriving home, Alfred and I took a ride into the turning light, to bring full circle the meaning of the day. I am thankful, and happy.