Just Thoughts

I just looked back through this blog. The many changes, and happenings; feelings, thoughts. I just realized also that I have been writing here for almost 2 years. I just re-read my very first post written on Feb. 28,2007. It was near a year after my mother had passed away, on March 25, 2006. What made me start writing here, I don't remember. I had never known or heard about these blogs, back then. I just did it. I remember writing on my childhood home that first post and enjoying that time in thoughts and memories as I sat here writing. And then, I just kept going.

Its not a new awareness tonight as I look back, at how this blog has changed over the past two years. I felt the change occuring as it did. I have been aware of the comfort and healing writing in the blog as brought to me. But the changes that I've almost watched unravel by themself is that what started as a place to grief and express my loss has turned into exactly what the title has always been; "The Beauty Of Life". The losses went into changes and joys and celebrations. Yes, there were more losses from time to time just as there has been joys of life shared and recognized. So, when I look back at all that is here, on this blog of the past two years, I see a journal, almost in steps of life unfolding as it will. A family's losses and births. Celebrations and sorrows. It is apparent to see and still feel in each post as it was, when I read back.

I have often thought, as I've looked over the posts and pictures and times shared here with the awareness of seeing life going on, I have thought how my mother is approving of it all. She would of course want our attentions and recognitions to be focuses on such. And how my thoughts have changed since beginning to write here. This place has served it's purpose of grieving and no doubt it will again some time. That is life also. So, here is where life unfolds in all it's magical forms, not only as this once began, in heartbreak. There is such power in words and expressing, whether one is the reader or the writer, its all the same. There exists a give and take in both.