I used to have a 'voice' that demanded pen & paper ... I once wrote about politics, religion, myself & others, I wrote poetry and stories of all kinds. But somewhere along the way Life has silenced me. When did this happen? When did the stories and the poetry fall away ... when did the internal bard fall silent? Its been 2 or 3 years since I wrote anything not related to Work or Craft, how did it become so encompassing? I find myself missing it and yet it seems so difficult to rediscover - even writing this blog is proving difficult. Who is it for anyways ... me? you?

Theres a running monologue in my head at any given time of the day, I'm constantly thinking about something. I used to joke that when it came to meditation there was no 'inner silence' for me because I never shut up.... inside or out! lol if you can't hear me its often because I'm thinking and talking with myself, then after I've had that go'round then I'll talk to anyone willing to listen! And yet ... its become a struggle to create the expression that feels like a rising tide within - a silent one at that. I'm struggling to reinvent myself, it is such a needful thing. One of the things I want back in my life is the prose and poetry that were so much a part of me for so long. I feel like something is missing. So I'm hoping that this blogging ... will help awaken the Muse that sleeps.

Lets see ... in honour of what once was and will once again be ...