Three months to the day since my last blog post. Sounds rather like a statement fit for the confessional booth, doesn’t it?   “Forgive me Father, for I have . . . ‘     I’ve been asking for forgiveness often of late. Of myself, for myself. Life, having flipped upside-down in recent months, leaves my inside-out heart pushing through a thick fog of self-doubt and anxiety with occasional glimpses of bright blue joy above. Love and belly laughs. Bonfires and beaches. Une chienne blanche. La ville rose.    EndingsBeginningsLossesFinds freefalling like a poem snipped apart and flung into the air, its wordpieces floating to the ground to form new lines, new meanings.   When I began writing full-time three summers ago, I worried that stepping off the traditional work-life stage would distance me from life’s…