Thursday, March 21, 2013
I did go to AWP in Boston, which you can read about HERE.
And I have been writing, in slow spurts, but at least I am writing.
My heart still aches, though not so much. I have hope. I remind myself that every moment is just that--a moment. It too shall pass, to be replaced by another moment.
I know, I know... I sound very Zen these days. Mindfulness has become an anchor for me. It is what keeps the butterflies of anxiety at bay.
Spring happened, which also brings hope. What a gray, dreary winter this has been.