I've been quiet the past several days. Too much running around in my head to really sit down and write about it all.
Writing really does take energy, and sharing my writing has been a risk I've chosen to take these past nearly 5 years. But some days, even weeks, putting my thoughts, or better yet - exposing myself, in print is pretty scary.
So occasionally I choose to be quiet - on paper. However, the writing that goes on in my head never stops.
It seems when it's the noisiest around me, I want to tuck away, leave the madness - even if the madness is only just clutter in reality, and take time to be.
And that's where I've been.
Thanks for your patience, and love.