This collection begins a new phase for me, beyond the convulsions that have wracked my world these past years. Perhaps they have wracked yours too. Facing the sun as it crests the horizon, blinding and healing, devastating and enriching, but always waiting for the clouds, hoping they are never too far away, to nourish. Staggering onwards through meadows unknown that await us both out beyond the valleys of knowing. I will be there, waiting, these words may be your guide.
Stagger with me.