writing again.

after months of silence, i'm feeling the familiar tug on my heartstrings to write. while certainly difficult and even painful at times, it continues to be a joyful process for me.
tonight, as i'm huddled in my too-large bed with my mactop and a snoring jade in the room, i am again feeling the satisfaction of words falling into place, feeling the enjoyment of hearing the mouse-like tapping of keys and the fulfillment of a filling "compose" space on the screen.
as i take steps forward in my new life, i hope to provide encouragement or support to others. without divulging my thoughts, i can make no difference. without taking action, there can be no response. what use is learning, without teaching as well? so, again i write. simply, and from my heart. with love.

"even in literature and art, no man who bothers about originality will ever be original: whereas if you simply try to tell the truth (without caring twopence how often it has been told before) you will, nine times out of ten, become original without ever having noticed it." - c. s. lewis