*creeeeek* A coffin opens.
+ Hrmmmm. I've missed this place a lot, wondering what spot it might hold for me now. Soon I've got to do a nice (but swift) update and recognize *what* journaling can be. Truthfully, I check in now and then to secretly fondle bits of my friends list. (Now, that's not as naughty as it sounds.) So, here in Little Rock, it's time to do some introspection/connection through this blogdom, an important part of my last year. I definitely need it, like I needed it then.
Little to say, I may have not landed here like I planned, but landed I have feet firm but twisted. It's been such a great few months that are worthy of words at most. Now where to start? Words have been known to defeat me.
Patiently,
I.
P.S. A few weeks ago I went and got another tattoo. It's a simple script of "Behutsam kämpfen" on my forearm. It means in German "softly/tenderly struggle" or "gently/cautiously fight". There were so many reasons for getting it. Not that I always did/do it, but I need a reminder that many things are best accomplished in those ways. I like too that it means to not give up. Those two words might sum up my Little Rock experience so far. Hell, it might sum up my last few years or what those years eventually taught me. It's strange how loud a whisper can be. It's stranger when it wants to be a shout. Gooood night.
Little to say, I may have not landed here like I planned, but landed I have feet firm but twisted. It's been such a great few months that are worthy of words at most. Now where to start? Words have been known to defeat me.
Patiently,
I.
P.S. A few weeks ago I went and got another tattoo. It's a simple script of "Behutsam kämpfen" on my forearm. It means in German "softly/tenderly struggle" or "gently/cautiously fight". There were so many reasons for getting it. Not that I always did/do it, but I need a reminder that many things are best accomplished in those ways. I like too that it means to not give up. Those two words might sum up my Little Rock experience so far. Hell, it might sum up my last few years or what those years eventually taught me. It's strange how loud a whisper can be. It's stranger when it wants to be a shout. Gooood night.