It has been windy here for the better part of two weeks. Wind that has rumpled trees, and twisted off branches, swirled up dust and dirt until everything has a think layer of grime. And I have been stumbling over my words, writing, rewriting and then deleting posts, struggling to say something, anything, but it doesn’t come out. Something is different right now, something has shifted, and this life is not the life I am familiar with. I am used to drama and trauma, surgery, competition, worry, fighting and guilt and well worry and guilt are still apart of my days everything else is slowly dwindling. The hours for each day still short, time still speeds by but I feel lost in the moment unaware at what is passing by, yet still waiting, anticipating something different, something new; something I can’t see.