I mean Come On, I go to these blogs and see the self sell behind it all. I envy the pizzaz it takes to do so. In the next breath a gagging comes over me- for 10 years? Really? What else is going on?The theme is to have a theme. I don’t want a theme. I don’t want a series. I want to be myself. Everyone says that that is what they love about me. That I am me. Well, I don’t feel like me. I am in between. I am surrounded by beads right now. Very unorganized. Beads! I started with beads! I love beads! I am back to beads.
And real truth, I am making boxes.
Gifts from open hands come my way today.
To be able to put down a word- each word in unique order- one at a time until the idea is out. I am used to the flow of the ink, that drawing of the line that forms an idea. It is a visual for me, that flow. That which feels comfortable and no body sees it. I most of the time can’t read it myself. It is just a squiggle.
Today I am learning to type the feeling. To tap at these keys and also not edit my flow because you are reading it.
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Monday mornings with Christine Brennan
For the past few weeks I have been excited to adventure through my “new” discovery of the blogging world. At my weekly breakfast with Christine Brennan, she assures me it is a world well over ten years old now. |