only the hand that erases can write the true thing

It's National Poetry Month. Spring is starting to lift its head; the days are getting lighter and longer all the time. It's not that everything's suddenly perfect, but prehaps less uniformly bleak.

I'm easing back into this blog stuff, with no promises and no pressure.

Thanks for checking in.

[the title quotation is by Meister Eckhart]


  1. I have so missed you... been reading the April posts every day via email and they feel like little life lines. Onward, by all means <3

  2. Thanks, you two. I hadn't realized how much I missed it until I started doing it again. I appreciate your voices in the dark!