I described the other day a feeling of my heart being an integrated part of my body for the first time in a long while. I'd really begun to think of love as more of academic concept than something I'd ever truely feel. My head and heart now seem to be collaborating on something quite exciting.

I sat down and conciously wrote a poem this morning. I'm sending it to a special someone. I also have been playing with some art pens and watercolors. I talk of wanting to write, and I really hadn't expected a stream of electronic letters to my new girlfriend to be what primed the pump. That and discovering much of my old thoughts and stories while helping my parents move has put me in a rather creative mood.

Today I'll celebrate something... largely being with friends that are as close as family. I'll introduce them to the version of me that can't seem to stop smiling. I'll tell them of my current excitement about what life has offered me. I'll sing, because no one can stop me.