"Don't forget that you are a writer. Go write."
My phone does it's job and reminds me to be diligent to the love of my life on the last day of every month at almost midnight. So here I am.
I have been thinking about Blogging for the past few days. To be precise, things to say in the blog has been percolating in my mind for a few days. Percolating- a great word, isn't it? Rolls off the tongue like all the best words do.
There has been no small amount of controversy over my words recently. At first it was irritating, then irksome, and morphed into curious. Settling at mildly interesting. The one thing that I can say for sure is that at the end of the day words freed me. They saved me. They created a path that wasn't there before they were spoken. Words found a way. One that made sense to everyone but mostly to me, who holds all the pieces of the story. I don't care what anybody says, my words worked.
Fast forward-
Foster Care
Sense of Purpose
Crackhead Mentality
Choices
Being at Peace
Believing in Things You Can't Control
Owning the Power of Choice
Love
Old and New Friends
Compassion and Grace
Understanding Feelings
Using Voice
Knowing the Difference Between Advocating and Anger
Having Words for and Understanding the Methodology Behind My Feelings
Living the Questions
Take a dart. Throw it. Hit one. It is possible that at the end of the day they are all connected. Of course they are all connected, life is spherical not linear. But what to talk about? What to say?
Gratitude.
Thank you Blog for being there to listen when I have a lot to say and when I have a little to say. Tonight the story is in the silence.
Dewberry
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