My morning ritual consists of logging to the net checking my email... read the news. I also log to Facebook and share an image or quote something funny to connect and kind of say here I am... Present. Its my daily hello to all my friends on my list. Its almost as if I am keeping tabs on my own existence. Its the same reason why I blog. To keep tabs on my own existence and you stumbling upon it only reaffirms it.
Today Monday my image was a simple one. One that said... A Fresh Start.
Life has kept me so busy that I have not had the space and time to let my soul speak and my fingers do the walking and write. It is now a habit. A habit that feels like I am attending confession. One that makes me feel new each time I hit the publish post button. I am now addicted. Addicted to documenting my existence my reflections my anger and my frustrations. At times I might be careless in this process but I have the best intentions.
I write and as you are reading you must know that I can already feel it through my veins. That my pulse is being regulated and my heartbeat is slowing down and my eyes feel more rested. I can sense each muscle untangling as if each one of these words are the spell that breaks the curse.
I won't let regret take over and wonder and wish I would have found the space and time to write. I will just use this as a lesson... a memo to self... Going away will not bring me back.
I did go to a party this weekend the theme was Fire and Ice... I am quickly realizing late nights are hard on this body but the chance I get to connect and reconnect are priceless... A thing about artists... Artists usually run in packs even the tortured and those that claim the lives of a hermit. An artist will find a way to connect one way or another.
Now I find myself here and peace is laying on me like water.
I can finally say Happy Monday... It is a fresh start and this time I mean it.