contemplativeIt's good to hear from old loved ones. It's like exhaling, when you didn't know you were holding in a breath. It lets you know that they're all right and that no matter what, they'll carry on.
My head is bloody but unbowed...I am the captain of my soul.Maybe poetry doesn't quite catch it. My word-muse isn't as active as she once was.
I think today will be a good day. Thank you.
