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.
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