I feel like blogging...

It's a miracle. I last posted here almost a year ago, and all of a sudden today, I feel like blogging again.
Last night, driving home from Beacon, NY (about a 65 mile jaunt) in the dark, words were bumping into each other in my brain in that old, familiar way that told me I'd start writing again. It's like the feeling I got each time I was pregnant. I knew. Maybe on a subconscious level, at first, but I knew with certainty. It's a similar feeling of inevitability and creative spark. Writing has come back into my life, and with it a flood of emotions.
Writing has kept me sane for most of my life. I have been writing since I was a very young girl. I don't know if I can fully be myself without it. And yet, sometimes, it goes inward to a deeper place in me than I have access to. Maybe to transform. Maybe to rest. Maybe because I'm not ready to deal with the feelings and the revelations it will bring me. Maybe because I neglect it, and without nurturing, it withers down to just the roots.
Whatever the case, when the writing returns to me, it feels like springtime in my soul. It's as if the essence of my being just sent up a tendril, and on it bloomed a tiny, perfect flower.
I feel like writing again.