Target Audience of None

I seem to recall reading once that one shouldn’t reintroduce themselves after a lengthy absence from writing. I can’t remember the last time I sincerely sat down in front of the screen to freely allow thoughts fall onto the digital screen.

When Rhiannon passed away, I made it a point to distance myself from writing. Those who can sit in front of the keys and allow their head and heart to flow, know of the risks of peering into truths that eventually get worked out on the page. Every now and again, something would occur in life that would compel me to blurb something on instagram. I’ve slowly become disinterested in the platform… it kinda feels like a weird place for short film / informercial nonsense. I rarely go out of my way to see what friends are posting and find comfort in seeing Animals do adorable things on camera.

Which leads me to a return to this medium. A little place on line where I can broadcast random thoughts and work through things that I’ve been reluctant to address because of my fear of writing.

this is your captain speaking…

Not entirely sure what cured me of said fear. Time has a knack of healing all wounds I guess.