Once a day? I'm not sure I can still do it "once a day"!

Anybody here can scroll just a few posts down and see (embarrassingly to me) that I began this blog in 2005. WHAT?? Yup. I have always been a frustrated writer and even a bit of an artist, but I couldn't be disciplined. Well, I could at some things, but writing juices come and go.

So, my long-time pal, Sid is doing an amazing job at first creating and then posting to a new blog and she is holding herself accountable for once a day. Again I say, "WHAT???"!

I like the idea, I've tried this before, and so, I am going to give it a run. Please don't keep count for me, I can do that.

Today's post is just a gathering of the kindling; a sparking of the pilot light. I promise to do better. And, more. Exercising your accountability muscles are scary, and necessary. One fantasizes about growing in ways unimagined. Forgive me for also pulling old blog posts of my on other pages into this one. I think I will do this. I just want a record; all in one place. Hope that's ok with you, whomever you may be. Read or don't. I am not offended.

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Photo: "Nikki & Joy Caroling"

This more recent photo of me with Joy is from the office Christmas photo this past Christmas (2004). We had three dogs total in the picture. I cropped everybody else out so I could get a close up, but this picture was awesome! We were all caroling in front of the court house in Auburn.

New Start

Ok, I'm starting off with light, silly stuff. Or, I did. My first post on this blog was a poem I wrote in 1989, when I'd just met the man who would become my husband. Hah! I've not seen him since 1992, and I had not looked at that poem in years, either, but I do like the poem. Life changed for me recently, for the better. I closed the book on a long, drawn-out struggle with "the ex" as I refer to him, which makes people think we were married, though we never were. We were together for nearly eight years, however. Parting was not a sweet sorrow. It was, in fact, neither sweet, nor a sorrow. I left behind a lot of relationships with both people and animals I loved. Not because I wanted to, but because those were the limitations set forth. All in a day, things were.. over . Believe me, I'd like to rant and rave here about the victimizations he perpetrated. But, I am not going to slouch into that same state in which he exists. I won't. I will say

I will remember

I will remember you. All the things that lead us To that moment in my life That broke old shackles; That started new patterns; That awoke the sleeping wolf. We do not need promises. Your gift to me was that moment. Your gift to me was everything that led to that moment. I look at you and feel alive, In a way I had been dead for years. You show me who you are, I know this. I know our moment was just that; a moment. And just as I have left men with moments In my younger years, I hold on to ours, now. You unchained the wolf. And she walks free, and proud, and ready. -- Nico Holmes

Illiterations: Laughing At My Own Expense

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