The Voice

I cannot believe a year has passed and I have not been blogging..I swore I would blog faithfully and make it all my own..and then poof..365 days passed..I am so consumed with everyday life,with the care of the babies, with the constant struggle of raising a handicapped child, in between the lousy job, and the care of house and home..where did I go? Where is Susan Buro? On a daily basis when I get a chance to pause..I wonder where the greatness I dreamed of went to?? Where's the writer who was going to write an incredible work? Where's passion of it all? I have no career to speak of..and all the education. I am not given to bouts of self pity..I am an eternal optimist by nature..but dammit..I still believe in this voice within. It's a voice so soft and demure, it is very easy to tune out. It is the voice that drips in passionate tones, and brings a skip of hope to my heart. It is the voice that lies in hibernation in the caverns of my soul, that I patiently summon every once in a blue moon. It is the voice the echoes to me in the waves at the beach, in the blur of breezy trees, and floats in the steely smoke of a campfire. The voice that tells me there are great works to come, there is a career, there is life beyond kith and kin, ..when does it all begin??