I have no desire to write today. My body aches from fatigue and illness. My mind focuses on all the things that I ought to do and ought to have done. I am taking pleasure in listening to the sound of the flowing water from my shower…another ought to. I am pondering the call of the starlings that have made their arrival known to Rome. My mind refuses coherent thoughts. I write because if I wait for the desire to write to come, it may never do so. I write because I recognize that I am hiding myself from certain truths, or perhaps certain fears. Today, in this moment, I am asking myself why I have chosen this path. It is so very uncertain. Why take a step towards a destination unknown? I suppose I have no answer. I can only live in the now, not the then or the hereafter . I have no guarantee that this life that I am living will lead to anything that would be considered a success by all. What I do know is that I am filling that which was once empty. Until next time. Best,D.