The starting afresh. The newness and the 'knowing-without-knowing'. Familiarity partnered by strangeness, like an awkward reacquaintance, after years of separation. In these moments of stumbling uncertainty there is a comfort - a reassurance that has been honed and polished by many years of having to find a way through uncharted territory, even though this 'land' is my own, and of my own making. Indulgence, some might say. Necessity, others. Either way, it matters little - the deed must be done; the marks must be made, the words written, or uttered. That is simply the nature of it. The words are on the surface. Committed. Ever was it thus. And so it continues........