How many times have I written the first line of a new journal, a new notebook, a new blog? I’ve lost count of the many public/semi public, and private places I’ve stored my memories. This one – today – is eclectic. A place for things from everyday life to remember, self indulgent poetry, and gratitude lists. Move on quickly if flowery language and a vauge lack of story frustrates you, for it flows free and where it will here.
Life is lovely, painful, messy, and a lesson. I’m enjoying the journey.
I Live Beloved 