and after all this time, i find myself back in the Astyrred, back in the world in my own head. it’s bloomed in my absence. there are new branches that reach back into the history of this place. new friends are appearing where before there was only the deep black of space.

i look forward to meeting them and finding out their stories, and how those tales lead to the ones that i have yet to tell in full and further on to the ones i have not yet discovered.

sometimes i wonder if any of this will ever be ready for an audience and sometimes i feel that it doesn’t really matter.

in other words, yes, i’m writing again.

it’s been a profound, relaxing weekend. i had some very deep and important things happen and it will be some time before i can truly understand their impact. sorry to be so vague, but i’m not quite ready to share the details.

the muse keeps blessing me with his strong, flowing presence and we continue to dance across the pages. paint on paper, glue and graphite and gesso, color and line. tonight we took to the keyboard once more and he led my fingers across the surface and put words together one after another, adding and subtracting until the magical one hundred was reached.

i pray he sticks around, for he is nimble on his feet and keeps me on my toes.