I write on the last day of November, smiling at myself and knowing that this place holds no outward commitment but is here to explore and muse as I see fit. This year has been hard, but as I reflect, I think of the inspiration this year has kindled - and continues to do.
What next? So many directions I want to explore, and so many possibilities that may result. My task (self imposed) is to hone these possibilities into a precise focus. I've done it before, I can do it again. The excitement this task incites is so uplifting it is sometimes hard to remember I must keep at least one toe on the ground. This makes me smile.