The start of the year, brings ideas of a clean slate, a way to start new. Each year, reflections of the past year are thought upon and resolutions are made. I long to slow and pour out my soul, yet life spins and twirls with activities. I don't know how to begin. Routines are safe, needed and wanted. They are set but are static, not allowing for dynamic soul searching.  Scheduling times to write doesn't seem to work, I want to be authentic, real. I feel the need to dig, to create, to pour out. How? Picking up my notebook, camera, some hot coffee I head out, hoping to find my voice in the wilderness. Hoping to find me, just for a time.