Snow Falling on Cedars..no really

I hope this to be the beginning of a glorious relationship. Perhaps I'll finally learn how to type correctly which would make my work, email and other much more efficient. I used to write a ton. Years and years of journal entries about dreams and thoughts sit in a box in my new officina from my first journal in 3rd grade. What happened to all that writing energy? Boys I think. Yes, I fell in love and my writing nearly ceased (except in crises and Yom Kippor when I spend the whole day fasting and writing). I noticed it was happening, but when faced with the choice of whether to go walk in Ravenna park or sit and write, I had to choose the walk. Too much time sitting as it was. More time choosing other things like grad school, raising puppies, getting to know my friend and lover, Pete. My creativity has been starved though and I am setting up pmy new home with the intent to change that. And that brings me to the snow. Here I am sitting on a hand me down couch, in our newly purchased home, cup of tea before me on a hand-me-down coffee table, watching snow fall outside on the variety of ages of western red cedars that line our newly fenced yard (for the pups of course). This is the first chance I have taken to sit and be peaceful in far too long. Many chapters are ending in my life and its time I gave some attention to how to write their conclusions. I think thats where I'll start.