The conscience calls the guilty to come home.

so i have decided to try to write, again.

…again.

and i cannot get into my newest diary. i am too lazy to request my password so i just took it as an omen to return here.

hi!

many things have transpired since i last wrote. even on my sister diary…something about the busyness of life tends to suck out all the opportunities to see the magic around us and frankly, it just blows. i’m tired of it and i want my wings back…

today i am feeling weak. but by coming home to the hubzzand i was made strong and i now have a gut full of rootbeer spiked with…uhm…rootbeer liqueur? teh kitteh is sunning happily next to me beneath the bedside table and i nevernevernever want to leave this little, messy home filled with love and devoid of pretense.

turns out the world has a lot of scary mixed in with the pretty. in this last month, just about everyone hubzzand and i know has taught us a lot about longsuffering and the lack of a guarantee we have for our happiness at any time. (and we are SO blessed that we are, even if it’s just for this season…)

maybe there’s something greater we are living for…?

all my love|let’s be free
(GAH! I FIGURED IT OUT!!! alt124 for that little line i always used in my signature!! glee!! :D)