Letters from the edge
I am indeed around... just going through "a season" I think, and hope.
Stuff churning, shifting inside, don't know where it's coming from or what its about.
It something new, and different. Odd, disconcerting, uncomfortable, but not overwhelming.
I've been quiet because I've been struggling with trying to identify it. Tying to explain it, and understand it myself.
The stillness has been good, been alright.
But I'll probably be back sometime today.
thanks for giving a care G.