About 20 posts are in the "draft" phase. I can't seem to find suitable time to arrange words and sentences that capture the fascinating flukes and fluctuations of life.
For me writing is a sacred exercise. Like the physical body with out a workout - my spirit weakens, gets short of breath, and undisciplined. Days feel unfinished - each second like a loose end that needs to be gathered in and tied.
Soon I hope to dedicate some soul-space for that single purpose - these few lines are a start.