I feel like I am walking into an old house, wiping away cobwebs as I go. I didn’t expect to write here anymore. So many voices online that it sometimes gets hard to think, and even harder to be heard. But I have come to realize something that many long time bloggers already know, we are not writing for you, but for ourselves. As I type, the words that appear are the words that I need to release. They are the stories and thoughts and contemplations that fill my mind, pressing for release. I am a writer and I express myself through written words. So here I am again, dusting off the old blog. Finding my voice after a time of silence. Not placing any requirements on myself other than to let the words find their way out.