As far as I have traveled, and moved away from the point of origin, I keep finding myself back to the start or a similar start. When I seem to have mastered one skill, or owned a process, I would inevitably find that I do not have the knowledge or own anything at all. This life is a startling and (at times scary, but) wonderfully fresh life. With this thought, I welcome you to my place, a place where I hope to keep my ideas on display, wear them out, take them for a drive, bring them back home to start over. This is the place where I learn how to write again, this time with new eyes on the words, and the attention on the delicate manners of language.
I am so glad you stop by today, for whatever reason, to watch me make little circles.