If I could turn these letters into coherent thoughts and tie the stars together to form constellations, I would feel much more at ease. The truth is, I’m not really on much of a writing hiatus at all. Instead, I’ve been collecting fragments and scattered ideas to form something that will hopefully make sense in the end. I’ve been building deep studies and piecing together the puzzle of my heart. It’s been a rather messy process and I think my hands have come out with quite a few cuts and bruises, but I’m excited about the outcome of it all.
It’s much like cultivating an old garden. I’ve been working the ground for a while now, but I’m finally starting to get to the end of all the rusty pieces and broken pottery. Flowers are bursting forth, and it’s time to write their story. My mind is full of eraser crumbs and scratched out ideas, but the horizon is endless and I can barely catch my breath as we dance through the sunset of this chapter.