The sound of wild hearts beating

I am part of this, whatever I do, say, believe, feel or deny - I am involved.  My heart is wild and it beats delight and pain and love and loss.  Wild calls to wild and exhilaration and joy rush and merge and join.  Without going anywhere it happens.  Through the veneers of propriety and social acceptance it bursts wide-eyed and laughing into the ether to the wild outer places of our imaginings. Beginning again.

Next steps

I'm back to the OU again to pick up the writing course I had to abandon at the beginning of the year.  I was fretting about maybe losing my home, ill health and assorted other 'challenges'.  The course was a challenge too far - maybe especially because I was writing with such intimacy.  First assignment 'banked' and I'm off again  ( Home safe! Important anyway but I'm a nest building taurean)

I wonder if anyone stumbling across this blog can relate to this situation and how difficult it is to keep or regain track, whether in learning or other aspects of life.