Dark is Lifting

I've lost words this year. They seem to have run out on me. I've just gotten quieter and quieter, shutting in on myself. Anger, depression do that to you. And I've wallowed in so much of that this year. Ugly darkness. And now that the dark is finally lifting, I wonder-will the words come back?

I dream of beautiful poetic sentences-delicately, gracefully wrapped paragraphs, words painting pictures of light. That's how I want to write...

So, we're finally moving in a few short weeks. I still struggle to believe it's actually happening. Nine months. How fast it went, even as long as it's painfully dragged out. And now fall is upon us, leaves hinting at the beauty that is to come. Excitement sparks deep inside...

I found a running group in New Bedford a while ago-so excited about that and starting to train again. I'd like to run a 5k this fall, an 8 or 10k in spring. Could I manage a half marathon this time next year? Then, just now as I looked up the New Bedford library website, I discovered they have a writing group! Zentangle certification seminars are a hop, skip, and a jump away in Providence. Providence-how prophetic. God is good...

"For I know the plans I have for you,”

declares the Lord,

“plans to prosper you and not to harm you,

plans to give you hope and a future."

~Jeremiah 29:11