Letters To Life.

Dear Reader,

     When I'm not writing, life begins to look like an old friend: you love them and have known them for so long, believe you know them so well, that you become comfortable. But in comfortability lies a tendency to overlook, to take for granted: interactions become predictable and monotonous; details blur; conversations dwindle... all because you feel you've learned all there is to know about that person. This is true for any relationship, whether it's with a friend, a spouse, a family member, or your job, art, or craft. Here, I write to see the world around me, and my own mind, in a new light. I write to see these old friends with fresh eyes. I write to approach them like they were new and unexplored. I write for myself, and in the spirit of oneness, I also write for you.