Now and Then

It used to be that things were written down, documented. Now everything is a bad-link away from non-existence. Does my writing mean anything if it disappears? I am asking this question within a blog, which means I already know part of the answer. Our modern times, our moment of history, is invisible without the written or spoken word RECORDED. That is what makes it "real."

Ah, Spring! I wish I could like you, but sadly, I can not. You usher in the season of sandals and flip-flops. Thus, I am subjected to the hideousness that is most feet. Callouses, unkempt nails, cracked heels, toenail fungus....the works. I just can't stand it. I KNOW my feet are ugly, and for the sake of humanity, I keep them covered. I do not subject people to their ugliness. I wish others would be so considerate.

I'll Be Bloggin' My Way Back to You Babe

with a burning love inside...I want to be more productive. Write more. Blog more frequently. I have a lot to say. Most of it is rambling and useless, but what if something I write touches someone? What if I share something that eases someone else's mind? I love being home alone and thinking, drinking, and smoking. It is a small vacation for me. And I know J is having fun too. It's a great way to live. With your best friend, lover, champion. It is good stuff and I know I am blessed.

Questions

What are the questions we all ask? Why me? How did this happen? Why do I exist? Does this person love me? How can I love myself? And on and on and on.....

Stop asking. Just be who you are. Don't worry about the rest. If you are honest, then you will be brave and true. You do not have to worry about being right. You simply are. That is enough.

Love to you all.

It's My life

Don't you forget. It's my Life. It never ends...........there are good moments and there are bad. which do we choose?