Hello, dear reader
Over the past week or so, I have been feeling it. Slowly, it is coming back to me. Oh, some days it is completely not there, but some days it is. Right now, the 'not there' still outweighs the 'is there', but the balance is changing. I can't begin to describe the feeling, and that is part of the problem. My ability to express is on hiatus. My ability to create went with it. They must be having a whale of a holiday, because they've been gone a long time. I suspect they're drinking heavily, and have lost their way. I'd shine a light for them to follow, but I'm not convinced they'd see it. Drink will do that...it blinds you. And so, I wait for the return of my wayward pals. It is not a patient wait by any stretch. As a matter of fact, I am getting quite despondent by their absence. It hurts, dear reader...it hurts. I can't do what I enjoy without my helpers Expressor and Creativity.
But, as I mentioned, I can feel their presence. Oh, it is not a strong presence, but it is there. They are coming back. They are sobering up. Expressor and Creativity are starting to realize that they belong with me. But, petulant as they are, they fight it. They want their own way, and will come back on their terms, not mine. And thus I will need patience. I know they'll be back, and that does my heart good. I miss them. Soon, dear reader. Soon. Soon I will write again. Soon I will express and create....I will describe, and I will be happy.
But patience is a virtue. For you and me.