I read in a book called "Art and Fear" that there is a difference between stopping and quitting. I have been trying to decide which of these has been the result of my absence these last couple of months. With so much responsibility to my aging parents, husband, children, grandchildren, and other immediate family and friends, sometimes trying to keep my soul fed and my dreams alive, I struggle with... is it worth it, is it a waste of time, is it selfish, is it possible? I wonder if I have anything left to give... or if my stiff and aching  hands are still capable of creating the shape of my thoughts. Stepping once again into my secret hideaway, I take a deep breath, and  suddenly I feel a smile and a sense of excitement welcome me here again. I am not yet finished, this has only been a pause and a time of reflection.