Where I have been and why I removed my blog is a long story, and if I get started, it will end up being a very long-winded story, so I will skip any explanation for now. I resurrected a few of my past postings...couldn't resist. And I haven't done a lot of writing lately....I have been a bit too restless, but I am beginning to feel a bit inspired.
I do want to reinterate something I believe I said in one of my first postings:
"I told someone just recently that journals although useful, have never held sway to me like they do for many others. I used the old adage...if a tree falls in the forest and there is no one there to hear it, does it make a sound? Well if I write and no one reads my words than to me they don't exist. And I need to know that my words exists and are validated. They are an extension of myself...sometimes just rambling, bitching, and meaningless garbage, but sometimes my words come straight from the deepest reaches of my heart and soul expressing my emotions, desires, needs, fears, and want, and if those are not heard or read, then where does that leave me...vapor drifting with the breeze."