It is 11:17pm, December 31, 2014. I am sitting in a hot bath, with a cup of hot tea and my computer. No, maybe not the wisest thing, but for some reason the only way I can seem to get solitude and my thoughts together today

2014 has been a year of trials and pain, new challenges and hopefully growth, things boiling to a head and things settling. For whatever reason, for the past month, it has been growing in my breast that it is time to start a new blog. I am not who I have been, though I am made up of all those puzzle pieces-and more. So I have been tinkering with themes, titles, reasons, and who I am. The New Year seems like the fitting time to begin. So, here we are…with a grin and a prayer and new resolve for the coming year.

I have been a “sometimes writer” since my teens, with snatches of published poetry, articles, and story scattered along the way. I mostly lost that along the journey, not sure where it was discarded by the path but I am certain it had something to do with the beatings physical, mental, and verbal. Withering has that affect…all that was life pumping in the veins drains out slowly, leaving you dry and twisting in on yourself. You forget what it IS to live, or that it is even possible. 2015 though is eight years since my Lord began to coax me out, calling and culling, pruning and grafting, ever since. Eight…the number of new beginnings. Perhaps that is why it is time to start anew, here. I can’t toast the coming of 2015 with a glass of wine due to the medications I am on for a recent back injury, but I can toast it with a mug of tea. *raises tea* Here’s to the end of a difficult year, and the coming of a new one!