I thought I was back... where I belong, as my dear friend Richella told me. But the days have passed... and I have had no success putting pen to paper, turning thoughts into words. But there is joy here in my heart. And laughter. And relief. And maybe... the inspiration is slowly making its way to the surface.
I'm looking forward to the weekend... and the love that will reside in it. The craziness that will drive it. And in that crazy, I am confident that there will be... contentment. I'm not sure how or why I can find peace in chaos... but I have come to count on it, rely on it, and live in the laughter.