Blogging

I started re-reading a blog yesterday that I’ve been reading on and off for the past couple of years. Over the time I've been reading her talent has grown. Her blog started me daydreaming. What’s it like to write something people want to read? What’s it like to get people interested and keep them coming back for more?

I want to write. I like to write. And even though I’m not a writer I have a desire to write well. Blogging gives anyone the opportunity to try. This week on House the patient had a blog and posted everything about her life. But that’s not what I’m looking for when I read a blog and that’s not what I want to write. I am looking for insight into what people think and feel. When I read something I recognize in myself I feel as if I’ve been tapped on the shoulder.

But I have to admit the nuts and bolts are daunting. Subject matter, technique, and not to mention criticism intimidate me. I am hoping it’s like art, just do it. And what the hell? There are a lot of things to read on the web. This is just my little spot.

I am haunted by someone

I am haunted by someone I saw this morning. This person was standing at the corner of my road and the county highway with a sign asking people to stop and talk. I was, as always, running late so I waved slightly and drove on. I have felt guilty ever since. This person is so lonely they’re reaching out to anyone who will stop.

Several years ago, about this time of year we noticed a woman in a pickup pulled off onto the side of the road. Day and night she was there. Concerned that she had nowhere to go, I called the authorities and they said, “Oh we know who she is.” And still she stayed on for about a week.

The following year she was back again for about the same amount of time.

It turns out after some investigation that the woman this morning with the sign on the corner has been arrested several times.

So now I find myself asking how this happens to people. What is their story that landed them in these situations of loneliness, homelessness, depression? At one time they were someone’s child. Once their parents have died is there no one left to watch over them? How do they become the lost people they are?

This woman has a home. But the guilt sticks with me. I’m afraid to get involved. So I become one of the drivers that pass by. And still I am haunted.

Spring is on the way!

It's March 1 and I saw snow geese this morning. That's always one of the first signs of spring! Here is a link to some more information on these birds. http://www.wbu.com/chipperwoods/photos/geese.htm

Random Art

I love it when beauty and design shows itself in random places. On my walk, eyes on the road, unplanned and unexpected art was spotted. How lucky is that!

And more luck occurred this morning when two coyotes ran in front of my car on my drive into work. I’ve never seen them so up close and personal.

Sweetheart Tree

This is the Valentine I made for Olivia. It's her own little sweetheart tree! We have her for a slumber party this weekend. Valentine cupcakes, chocolate covered strawberries, and a special movie, plus all the other little games of hide and seek, ashes, and tickle chases. Grandparenting is the BEST!!

Superstitions

Just as I was about to turn into my parking place at work, a black cat darted out from the Methodist Church directly crossing in front of my car. Sometimes when this happens I pretend it wasn't meant for me. But this time there's no mistaking it, I nearly hit it.

Then, while standing in the office chatting with co-workers I spotted this tiny little die. After I picked it up and had it in my hands my co-worker said it was probably a sign of bad luck. Yuck! Just to be safe I tossed it back on the floor.

I miss Florida !!!

I left this.................
and came home to this..............

here are some Florida doodles I did while I was there.....