2012

This is the year I walk out of the forest. OUT. Not out and then find another forest to wander in...which is what it feels like I did last May. I was finding my way out of the forest and walked right into another. Yes, there was a brief sojourn in a meadow. It was not long enough. I need a rest in a nice sunny, flower-filled meadow. A long one. I get to keep coming back to this forest for visits. Yep. That's what they tell me the journey of a childhood sexual abuse survivour looks like. Okay. But I am walking out of this forest and into a nice sunny meadow and I shall linger there and pick flowers and watch butterflies. Yep.