I just lost, into outer computer space, my first blog in a long time and i am pissed. If i knew more about this computer i would be able to find it, Instead i'll try and remember the brilliantly written (i'm sure) review of my decision to start posting again.
"I think it's time for me to cut the apron strings, ann". You've been off your meds for a few months now and you seem to be progressing nicely". OMG. Scary. My therapist is my savior. She has seen me though years of so much and now she wants to set me free? Oh my!
I came home to my fabulous apartment (my nest) on the 19th floor and burned some sage and meditated. I have been feeling a sense of renewal for the last few months and i wanted to celebrate that feeling in a special way.
I have been told, after expressing the sadness of it having been gone, that creativity lays fallow for a while and will appear again. I had my doubts. No doubts now. Not only the art of metal but the writing art also.
While a child, i belonged to the 4H clubs, and made many friends. Some are still my friends. One friend in particular has been in and out of my life in profound ways for many years. We are now email buddies. She in borrago springs, ca and me in new york city. We are opposites in many ways but our likenesses are the good things we cherish.
We email several times a day. We both enjoy writing and get to use each other to express what our lives are like in many different ways.
While emailing my friend i decided to try a new writing style. My writing teacher would have a fit as i ignore some writing and grammar rules. I might revise my style but i'm a work in progress and rules are meant to be challenged and sometimes broken.
I intend to pay attention to my long neglected blog.
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