Re-entry

 A Month Went Quiet

I didn’t post last month. That’s not a confession—it’s just what happened.

Other work needed my focus, and I gave it. Amid an unusual month, I spent time tending the part of me that needs stillness to write with honesty. I protected it, reassured it that the physical act of putting thoughts to paper would reignite, and it has.

I’m grateful for the flow. I’ve missed it more than I admitted out loud.

Momentum and attention are again realigned. In my office, Lulu is purring and bounding in and out of her window box, my pens are filled with fresh ink, and a cup of Paris tea is steaming alongside me.