11 Months

It's been eleven months since something was posted here. Eleven months. Hard ones. Good ones. Challenging ones. Ones full of the obscuring mists of uncertainty and sideline endeavors while waiting... waiting... not so patiently for freedom.

I feel like a taughtly drawn arrow yearning to fly and find its mark!

But if I am an arrow, my smith has left a fletch askew. So sharpened is my point! So straight the shaft! But this fletch vexes me... How can I fly straight and true with a fletch askew? Yet still I am drawn taught and eager to soar, rising and falling with the archer's breath as the mists swirl and slowly dissipate before us. waiting... waiting... not so patiently for freedom.