It seems a bit odd to me after reading yesterday's post that I'm just now figuring some of these things out for myself. I am 51 afterall. Shit! Knowing and operating and being aware of knowing and operating are totally different things I suppose. I have to cut myself some slack - If I don't - who will? What happened yesterday was that Whitney and Alida also came along (Chris' sister and her daughter). It was a wonderful day. The only annoyance was the conversation... the focus was family not politics at least but stories about old times would have been more fun. Of course, the fault is all mine, my small talk - conversation guidance skills suck! I signed up for a course on that online and never finished it. perhaps I need to revisit that.
I am a member of All Poetry, a wonderful website for poets. I've posted a few poems. Mostly those that I prepared for the book ages ago that have a nice custom image associated. I like to write but I'm a shitty reader of poetry, I've realized. Yet another thing to play with or work on depending on your disposition. I also get immensely overwhelmed with the pure number of talented people on the planet. Humbling and overwhelming. I wonder why overwhelmed? Why not excited? There's no competition, right?
Oh, right, yes there is.... it's in my HEAD! The source of all good fun and fear!
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!