struggling
to find hidden words
for poems
all these purple crocus's
breaking through victorious

Ah, the victory of breaking through!  Don't quite know where or how to begin to jump-start my poetry again so I am starting here.

Feeling  rather dried up since last summer-the feelings, the emotions, the rawness of everything in hibernation. Numbed. And my every day physical life too jumbled, caring for others and putting my own needs and career aside. But it is where I am and what I need to do right now, and it is not forever.

Still, I sorely recognize the need to make space for me somewhere, somehow this spring. I need to get walking and writing back into my life to feel that small victory that the crocus feels!  And so, that is my goal this spring. Not to publish or even write anything great. Just to write--every day. And so we begin again, in a small and humble place.

PS. My mother's room is finally cleaned out!  My daughter who lives downstairs is expecting a baby in September and will use Mama's room as a nursery!  Mama would be pleased :)