When I look back the past few years, I see the most illuminating years of my life. For one, I became a mother to my now-four-year-old daughter. Four years of being consistently present in heart, mind, body and soul for her. There were some really hard days; little sleep, too many dishes, endless piles of laundry, and always a diaper to change. So many needs to be met each day. Days when I felt swallowed up by life. Waking up at dawn only to work my way through a busy day where there were not many hours in one. But it is all temporary - they grow up too soon, too fast. With the baby years now behind me, I slow down a bit, take a step back, center myself, trying to focus on those goals that blurred in the midst of all the commitments I made. Things I missed out on doing in all the chaos. Those simple pleasures in life I took for granted. Writing being one of them. It was an intimate part of me, foreplay of a sort. Making love amongst words was always way up in my list of turn-on's. Words that don't necessarily have a meaning or mark an impression. Essays that don't set a tone, give any information or set as examples. But, it's my little space where I shed every ounce of inhibition and pen what I truly am, what I really think. That's what I need to get back to doing. Blogging. Because I always have things to say, and my endless need to be heard hasn't diminished, yet. If I can't get online to post everyday, I'll say it nonetheless - to the lambs or any other receptive audience. So, it's homecoming for me, as I restart my journey in blogville again. See you'll soon.