I'm not writing too much lately, simply because I'm out DOING.

Life, at least in the current moment, entices me much more in experiencing it rather than taking a backseat with a pen and a pad of paper.

But I come back, as a moth to a flame, pregnant with need to create and be here as well.

In life, I rarely know what I want with much security and stability. I make choices only to change them the next day, after a night's rest and swirling dreams.

It's summer now and my plans are endless. But they do include being here, with you, whether you actually read me or not.