Hello, friends! It’s been six years since I last posted on this blog. During those six years, I’ve written over a million words, homeschooled three children through elementary school and two through the middle grades and one even into her high school years, developed a presence of sorts on Instagram, rediscovered my love of library sales, and got a dog. And then a cat. And a swan. (The swan’s not real. Just think if it was!)
What I can’t describe to you in a small amount of words this blog post could provide—is how different I am than that girl back in 2014. (I’m sure ALL of you can relate to this. Especially after the start of a pandemic. Not one of us has gone unchanged.)
But I promise to share some of that as I’ve come, full-circle, back to this place that feels safe to me. (These days, anything I do has to feel safe before I do it.) There is so much to say—meaningful things. Difficult things. Hopefully, even encouraging things. I’ll share my story and other stories in the hopes they will help someone else.
I’ve abandoned the Gothic Poet blog (for now, anyway). The words just wouldn’t come in 2019. They wouldn’t come for most of this year, either, but I’m starting—or restarting—here in good faith that the words are just a little bit behind and will catch up. This isn’t just a writing blog. It’s for anything in life, and there’s the difference. I never even knew the difference until I typed it—what a mysterious world we live in. (See? The words really ARE catching up!)
Thank you, if you’re reading again, for putting your faith in me and my writing, once again.
From His Shadowlands 