Looking back through what I've written, across the time in this space, I see so many changes, pieces, parts of me, some not the most overjoyous, some not a work of art.
Yet overall I find this energy that propells my fingers on the keys. The creeping melody of the tapping of my thoughts, sometimes whismical, sometimes deeply telling of the mysteries I just saw. The silver thread that holds all loosely tied as one is the connection that they have to each other and the people who have inspired them and me.
I love the words that give me power to recall the thoughts and stories. I love the sounds of memories that bring a lifetime back to me. I cherish the music that makes my heart feel colorful.
I stand back in awe that a blank page of my life can become a thing of wonder.
-me strauss Letting me be