And...

We're off. New website, new blog. Or new attempt to blog with a little more regularity.

It's been a rollercoaster few months. I put it this way a while back on Facebook.

(knock knock)
Me--Who's there?
Change--Change.
Me--Oh, okay. Just a minute, let me get the
Change--(crash) HA! I AM HERE!  I AM RUNNING AROUND KNOCKING OVER YOUR FURNITURE! I AM DESTROYING ALL ORDER IN YOUR LIFE! I OWN YOU! YOU CANNOT ESCAPE ME!
Me--sigh.

You can do what you will to prepare for change, to welcome it, to even anticipate it, but even when it's for the good there's little you can do to control it, to rein it to your will.

Except, maybe, sometimes, write about it. 

Then it starts to make some sense, and you start to understand that telling yourself the story of the change yanks you above the current for a moment, so instead of kicking with it or against it you can watch yourself moving in it.

Writing's given me a lot in this life--a craft, an art to aspire to, and even something that approaches a living. But the gift of making my life make sense is maybe the greatest one. So yes. Welcome. (or welcome back.) This is my writing. Though little of it is autobiographical, it's probably is the best way for anyone to get to know me.