love this life

*sigh* i've been breathing in. and out. and in. and out again. over and over, i come back. come back. come back. come back home. i'm forever on that path of self work, self realization, self love... but it seems that i have been in a place of deep work, deep realization, deep love. and i've been wrapped in a cocoon of healing...with scar tissue creating a home for my growing heart. i keep visiting this place and realizing that it is it's own type of home for me, for my writing, for my sharing self and for the parts of me that help make me whole. i'm feeling the urge to revamp a little... so hopefully the time in which to do that will settle into my formed lap like a warm cup of tea cradled between two stable hands. it is always a little bit intimidating for me to come back here, again, after so much time. after readers have left. after time has been spent. and experience has taken me into change and composition. it requires bravery on my part to step into the writing again. because, i have been without that practice for quite some time...finding my expression in other means. but writing is a part of who i am. and it continues to be so. and i will begin. again.