hello. Everyone.

I’m never here anymore.  This blog, I mean.  I am well: still sober, still writing, very happy.  As far as human beings go.

I came, today, looking for a sentence I remembered writing.  I have not found it.  I don’t know if I wrote it, after all, or if that is simply a dream I mistook for a memory.

I was surprised: it looks so familiar, and so completely forgotten.  It looks yellowed and frail.

And I was surprised, further: people are reading it.  I haven’t written in a year or more, and people are finding it somehow.  Finding it, still.

Dear reader I am touched, wondering who and where you are.  What still active lives you lead, and what you are working through that brought you to these washed up pages.

Strange, world.

Perhaps, dear reader, I will some day come back here.  We will converse.  We will galavant.

I do not come here, now.

It isn’t the same, it’s a website for my yoga studio, but you are all welcome, there: returnyoga.org


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