I wrote today...

for the first time in a long time.  I am trying hard to make it a habit.  Unfortunately, nothing good enough to post yet without some heavy editing- but I was reading afterward, and came across a poem that perfectly describes exactly what I've been feeling lately. Don't you love it when that happens?  It's like proof that someone (and I make no claims about who) is looking out for you.  Proof that you're doing what you're supposed to be doing, and you aren't alone.  So, I share it with you in my next post, so as not to confuse Hank Bukowski's work with my own.