No, Really, We’re Live!

This was the tag line of the email that sent my heart racing and my hands to the keyboard.  After lots of communication and much patience on the part of my blog master, Andrew (bowing humbly and grinning) I am live!

Now what remains is where to find the words that inspire, that quicken the pulse or shake foundations.  There is no easy terminology for the writers urge.  I have heard it described by many names;  spewing, purging, both elicit some negative emotions, bursting or flowing, nicer imagery but I think perhaps a collective of all of them is true.   I have been writing my entire life.  Journalling, story writing, letters, cards, emails.  Written words are more to me than markings on a page.  They are alive, breathing, persuading us to think or to ponder, to rage or to find comfort, and more often than not  simple entertainment.  Company on a cold winter morning.  Bliss in the hot Mexican sunshine or the sunbeam laden afternoons on the deck.  I have been accused of retreating into words, into books and find that to be quite alright with me.  Where better to  lose or find yourself? 

My hope is that you, my dear readers, will find some thought has tagged along with you once you’ve visited here and that doing so, some tangle in your own path to enlightenment, freedom, maturity, peace, whatever, has come loose enough for you to watch it stretch out and become what it is meant to become.