Dreaming

Sitting on the shore watching the waves and the sunrise with my daughter and grand daughter. It feels like a circle of life moment.

The ocean reminds me of my mother. It reminds me that everything changes. But never changes. It reminds me that I am small. But capable of greatness. It reminds me to follow my dreams.

A to Z of Blogging

Blogging is a narcissistic venture. Why else would someone post words and information into the ethers?? The hope is that others will read and resonate.

I come back to the blogosphere apprehensively. I've blogged off and on since before blogging was even a thing. I've pulled them all down because the stories they tell are from a life that no longer exists. It's time to begin the stories again and to begin to rewrite new endings.

One of the things I will do very soon is to take part in a blog challenge. All participants are going to try to post every day (except Sunday) for the month of April but each topic must follow the alphabet. Sounds like a fun challenge, right??

It feels like a new chapter... Let's do this.

The Moon in My Eyes

Last night, as I was drifting off to sleep, a light peeped through my blinds. It was the moon. She does that occasionally. She peeks in and winks at me. I feel a bit like the little gray bunny in the great green room when I whisper, "Good night, Moon".

Recently, a friend said I was moon sensitive. I really liked that. I think maybe I always have been.

The moon and I now play a dance as old as time. I follow her around. Sometimes, when it's warm, I go outside and sit under her light. And I make wishes. Set intentions, if you will.

It's always a marvelous night for a Moondance.