Lately I’ve been reading back over posts from the past 8 years, reacquainting myself with the writer’s voice I’ve had all along but seem to have misplaced somewhere along the way. Maybe I didn’t misplace it. Maybe I just wasn’t using it enough to keep it honed.

On the upside, I seem to have found it again, or at least I am well on my way in the process. I am remembering how much I love weaving words and how amazing it feels to word creatively and put thoughts into print. I didn’t realize how much I’ve missed it. I am starting to realize it now.

Now comes the process of defining, of organizing thought. I even find myself trying to form some sort of writing philosophy, as though a passion for writing creatively can be encased in a labeled way of thinking. No, it is too vast for that. I should know this. I do know this.

And so I continue to delve into this process, digging in and pushing past the surface to see what is really there–what has been there along but covered up. I feel like it’s been snowed under. I’m hoping spring is on its way.