I think about rest and the gentleness to be found amid fast-moving days and nights that never last long enough for fullness of sleep. I think about the beauty of words like quietude, stillness, moment, reflection, breath, solitude, tranquility. I remember childhood days, reading beneath covers late into the night by flashlight to see what would happen next. I didn't care so very much about rest in those days. I wanted to see and be and go and do. Years pass and I change. I le

let us begin all over new voices for song and new words for thought continuing on as we are seems to wear us away, away on long journeys to places far off with no intention of ending up there let us begin all over old dreams to awake and old hearts to revive replenishing us as we walk plants will lighten our way, our way off set pathways to lead us astray with every intention of setting us free with every intention © Kimberly K. Taylor-Pestell 2016 #poetry

I've heard it said that starting something new is the most difficult part of it all. Yet, I so often see the start of a new undertaking as somewhere in the middle--in between an idea and its eventual fruit. A new project can feel like coming back to something. And that's how it feels with this blog. Writing has ever been a significant part of being honest, articulating thought and exercising expression, and I have missed it dearly over the last few years as I paused from writ