writing.

I miss writing.. I write in my journal everyday- sometimes twice a day.. and I blog frequently..
but what I really miss is writing the depths of my soul into existence...
Writing is like nurturing a plant as it soaks up the sun and water you speak into it.

As the slight breeze curls into the window at my side and I breathe in a teaser of what Autumn is to bring.. I feel inspired in my soul to bring a new creation to paper and speak of what I know.

Here goes nothing...