I haven’t published anything here in a long time. Whether it’s been because of fear, nothing in my head, nothing worthy of talking about, or all of the above. There has been quite a bit of transition. Life. Death. Personal. Spiritual. Career. Transition. At times it felt as if I would aimlessly march in place, yet times I felt as though I were marching in place with the expectation of something inevitable, binding, impending. Now, more transition – unexpected transition. Nothing published, at least here, for a long time. However my autobiography is leaving trails of chapters, pages, lyrics, questions, and testimonies. Gosh, what questions! What testimonies! I believe it has been out of fear that my open declaration and profession would leave some to question me. After all, I do have an “image” to maintain. The image being a facade of the real person awaiting to bourgeon the forces within. So, fear of what? You either Forget Everything and Run, or Face Everything and Rise. I need some ‘face’ time.