when i'm thrust into something new, i have to feel my way through. my capabilities for speech are diminished during the adjustment period.
i have only been able to write enough to achieve understanding of the reasons that i am not writing--if that makes sense.
my exposure to him is probably a factor as well.
our experience of each other is largely one of pure sensory overload. his presence is catalytic...
among other things.
the moon is waxing. seeds are growing.
hope you've got a bountiful harvest to celebrate once she's full.