this small forever
It's been 9 months since I last entered this space, 9 months since I released words out into the world. And I'm not quite sure where to begin again, but my word for the year is "release," so I think that includes writing something that makes it past margin-scribbles, notes, and journal-pages. 6 of those 9 months, I've been back in America. Returned from living in a place my heart loves so much, called into a brand-new season fitting for the word that rose to the surface in 2017. All things new. New job, new city, new trajectory of life. New place to call home, new darkness to contend with, new transition to walk through. This year, the word release was uncovered by a tiny flashlight in my heart, shone through the eyes of a friend willing to ask the hard questions. We sat at Panera, but didn't eat anything but the air between us in great big, gulping sighs. Transition is rough and it steals time—these 4 months living in Nashville feel like the bli...