I have a plastic bin filled with ideas, papers covered with notes. I opened it today for the first time in a number of years. It is so much, it overwhelms me. It is something on the order of this blog in terms of content, none of it published on the internet. 3-4 diaries, and huge stacks of paper.
I will have to decide what to do with it. I will likely put it back, for now.
Here is one line from a poem I wrote that I thought I might share:
If we can see the darkness, does that mean light is near?
I think this is a good question. To recognize the category dark, you must be capable of imagining an alternative, no?
Oh, good things are happening. I am shredded daily, and I have learned I can take it. My wounds will not kill me.