Here We Go

Not in a very long time have I felt such an immediate need to write...and write, and write some more. History has shown that over time I have started and stopped many journals, and "many" is clearly an understatement. I have notebooks, single pieces of paper, post-it notes, small journals, large journals, and notes about my life's happenings written in the columns of the book I was reading at the time, notes in the columns of the many daily meditation books I own, of which I rotate through the days, weeks, months, and years of my life, and notes on my calendar reminding me of what took place on a certain day, and even notes in magazines, on the cover, and on the backs. So I guess it makes sense that as I'm always writing something somewhere, the mystery isn't so mysterious. Writing brings me to a place of expressing feelings, of being happy, sad, glad, afraid, probably very afraid, and grateful. Grateful that I can remember, feel, think, love, hold on, hold on tighter, and in the process~ finding grace, peace, hope, if only until I need to write again.
So, "Here We Go" will be my attempt to join this medium of sharing; out loud, publicly, and with faith.

Here I Am

Well, Here I Am...

Being here will come as a complete surprise to those who will read this, but probably not as much as it is to myself. In fact, I must go now, and think about what I have just done, as well, I must think about my motives, and decide if I really want to be so public with my thoughts. I'm at a time in my life that is life changing...the loss of my mom, my dad's loss of his one true love and soul mate, my children's loss of their "Mere", and my husband's loss of the mother-in-law he so loved, a loving, kind, gracious, strong woman. I miss you so much Mommy~
Stay well until,
Pooh