Write.

I long for the days when I use to just sit at my desk and write, write, and write some more. I use to love filling up journals, and writing on scraps of paper and stuffing them in any drawer or book that was closest to me. What has happen to my simple joy of writing? Where has my aching to express gone? In attempt to get my drive back, I am going to start writing the first thing that comes to me again. So blog, it is time to once again be my empty canvas of expression. It is time to let my words be the color, and my sentences be the strokes of my life. It is time to create, to let go, to be come a mater piece. No matter how chaotic or disorganized. You blog will again have a purpose. And I know in my heart beauty will surface out of the messiness of life.