Today is Monday, September 11, 2017. 16 year anniversary of the 9/11 attacks, It's a landmark that always takes me back to Venice Beach where I lived at the time and the fact that I didn't own a TV and had a beautiful and exciting photography 5 week European adventure planned for 10 days hence. I lived and thrived just fine without TV. I joined my friend, Jane, on her couch to watch the insane images of 9/11. What a crazy journey I've been on ever since. That was before my solo RV undertaking and every wonderful thing that has followed since... the NYC project, meeting Chris, starting my own business, taking responsibility for my drinking and smoking... so much has happened in eleven years! It makes me wonder and ponder and consider what my life may look like eleven years from now... 2028. I may actually want to consider creating some intentions...? Maybe a thoughtful option...? To do list item, that!
Anywho that is what comes to mind on September 11th of any year. Gratitude and reflections, wonder and amazement, analysis and inquiry. I'd like more good things... friends, beautiful days, wonderful food and animals and views and family, perhaps. Alignment with self and serenity and all the promises have to offer. I'm open and curious, not fearful or embarrassed.
I'm very grateful and aware that my perspective on 9/11 does not include a personal experience of loss or sacrifice or tragedy. For this I am also grateful and extend my heart to those who still suffered then and may be hurting still.
What shall I create this day to amuse and delight?
I decided back in November 2015 to make my poetry available and journal online. I'm not exactly sure what "blogging" means but I am quite sure this is an online journal. Feel free to read on with an aire of open minded curiosity. At no time do I intend to offend, judge or pretend to know anything really, I'm just an observer and explorer, as we all are. Feel free to "boldly go" through my observations and perhaps it will spark or inspire. Comments are off because I don't want to be worried about political correctness when I'm writing. I'm not thinking about "you." I'm just writing because it feels "right". Feel free to enjoy or surf on.
Fibber McGee's closet!