Friday, July 17, 2009


"The creation of something new is not accomplished by the intellect
but by the play instinct acting from inner necessity.
The creative mind plays with the objects it loves. "
Carl Jung

Last night I took a break from looking back and being all serious. Seriousness was boring me. The light of my epiphany dimmed by all that dark brooding. I'm not finished with it, just going somewhere else for a bit.

So I got to playing with templates and gadgets and changing the look of my blog around. Not sure it's what I want yet, but I like the different look - at least for now.

The new pictures on the side bar are my "awards" from Fyrebird. After my "self-indulgent twaddle" a few posts back, my friend from across the sea sent me something to dress up my blog. They are not awards in the sense that I have the best blog, or most meaningful thoughts, or craziest ideas. They are more like trophies for being ME from someone who knows how important that is. I'm honored to place them on my blog and blessed by such generosity. We ask that you look but don't touch.

Another blogging friend is helping me design my own award - to keep and to give away. More on that later.

As for the angel, I just love her face. Hopefully without sounding too narcissistic, she reminds me of me, little me. The me who still believes in miracles, happy endings and that love can build a bridge. (OMG, I now have Naomi and Wynona Judd singing in my head! Can you hear them too?) What I'd like to do under the angel if I can figure out how is add a list of people who could use a little extra love right now. Kind of like a big ol' group hug/prayer. If you know someone in need and want to add them to the list I will gladly include them. If you want to add a particular note of gratitude or plea for help I'll include that too.

Thinking and writing and thinking some more about having and using my "voice" reminds me that while speaking my own truth is important, it is just as important to speak for those who cannot speak for themselves. I want to offer this blog as a safe haven, I'm just not sure how to do it yet. My creative juices are percolating and if you have any ideas please let me know.

I see by the clock it's almost Dad's breakfast time. I can hear the walker slowly making its way down the hall. I can smell Sweetie's handiwork in the kitchen - egg topped hash browns. The cat is rubbing against my leg suggesting with feline determination that I get up and let him sit on the spot I've got all warmed up. My senses are in full gear. The day has begun.

Wishing for you a day that "fills up your senses, like a walk in the forest ......"
Merry ME


Molly said...

your friend is desperately hanging on until the weekend when she can have a creative moment!


Anonymous said...

How very much we are alike in the 'feelings' of our pain, and yet miles apart in the 'thoughts' of our stories. As I read your thoughts, embrace your feelings there is a swell of pressure on my heart, at my eyes. I know both the strength of your armor, and the depth of your pain. I know too the bravery of your heart, the saintliness of your soul, the joy of your laughter, the comfort of your touch, and the compassion on your sleeve. All of you touches me, just as you touch others. We learn from our yesterdays, we dream of tomorrow, we live in today. From one heart to another; lay to rest your yesterday's, put a smile on your tomorrow's, and celebrate your today's. Let us dance and sing together creating a new reality. Us, and all of us.