Returning....

It’s been a long time, it seems, since I’ve last wrote here. Yes, life moves along too quickly and I know that I seem to get caught up in the whirl wind of it, all too often. I think its time that I get back to my writing here because it was and is important to me, and like so many things, I’ve slacked off. This place has been an outlet to me for quite awhile now and it’s given back to me much more than I could express.

Long ago, I use to enjoy writing. It was before we all had personal computers, so in many notebooks with pen in hand, I’d write. I enjoyed writing short stories and I enjoyed writing poetry. There were many journals also in which I enjoyed keeping a diary. It was to me, a safe outlet of thoughts and feelings. A place to express without worry of another’s opinion or interruptions by another’s own ideas. Though over time, and the busyness of life as shared here, I stopped writing. It became a chore for me to write; a “job”. I had lost interest until a few years ago but never took the time to actually just sit and let thoughts flow and ideas be expressed, through writing them. I had wished then, that I could get the motivation back to involve myself once again through words of expression and meaning, at least to me. Then, I discovered this here and at a time I needed to express myself. It healed me in many ways. Some of those ways noticeable enough to be commented on, in a positive light. So, I need to return here, if only for myself.

Tomorrow is the first day of summer. Every day, either morning or evening, I walk my property just to see what is new for the day. There is always something that begins to open and blossom. Each area of garden is like watching a fire works display in slow motion. It’s most beautiful and exciting to me in ways it never was before. I left for work this morning noticing before I left that the rose bushes had buds nearing their time of birth and I return home this late afternoon, my eye catching the brightness of red petals even before I drove in. The bright orange-yellow day lilies have opened and many more colors are nearing to do the same. My “Mother’s garden” also begins to fill in. So, even in the craziness of the day, I do manage to take the time to stop and admire what is around me, to stop and smell the roses.

There is so much I’ve wanted to do that I haven’t found or taken the time for. I think the time has come to just do. Stay tuned.