I know I used to have it.
Innately within, it just was.
Then it was lost, and I along with it.
In my old place I questioned and ranted.
I screamed and cried.
I pondered and dwelt amongst friends and family.
In this new place, as I search for my 'muchness' and 'dwell in possibility' (Emily Dickinson)
I hope friends old and new will from time to time, drop by for a hug and cuppa, and if you twist my arm I'll bring out the gin!