What am I seeking?
Quiet space and time each morning. A settled mind that thinks before it acts.
Time for a walk each day before work, even just a mile or two.
Time at night to reflect on my day, put it into words, and pass easily into sleep.
I tried this three weeks ago when work began on top of the MFA. But everything went awry and spun tightly until it uncoiled in violent fits and starts of sometimes laughable proportions.
I will try again. Breathe deep. Take care of myself so I can care for my writing and put my best step forward. Eventually, my perspective will return and I’ll put it into words. Cleary, I’m transitioning from the blog voice that originally shaped these pages. But I’m still the same person and same in spirit. We shall see how the words take shape on the page.