Glimpse In A Mirror

Visiting Familiar Ground

It's been more than a year since I've written any journal entry, which is a long vacation for my life. And even then, the journal I was keeping was about Dad's illness, and not strictly a place for me to express my own life. But during Dad's illness, I was consumed with it and with tell his story--expressing the experiences of our family--was the biggest thing going on in my own life.

I've been thinking about returning to this blog for a while now. I have a need for expression that I think this will give me, something I've been missing. It seems strange to me to review my last posts, and to realize that back then I made a short comeback, only to disappear again for a long period of time. Will history repeat itself? That is certainly possible. I guess I will have to discover that answer as time unfolds.

I really want to start a new blog more than I want to resume this one. I have this burning desire to have a place where I can share stories, the stories of my soul, for my own benefit, and also for the benefit of anyone who is in a place to hear them. I found myself wanting to write about an experience I had, and I thought I would share this with some friends, but I realized that my friends are not the correct audience. I say that because other similar things I've written have gotten no response from them. Perhaps they read and were touched, or perhaps they were not touched and just dismissed my story in the same way that I dismiss the email jokes I receive from people. Those jokes just don't touch me. I don't mind that people send them, I just don't bring them into my life.

The journaling path is a path of writing for ones self. That is what this blog is about for me, it's a place where I can write what is on my heart because it is on my heart, and I can send it off, much like a leaf I set on the surface of a lake. I release it to the universe, and am changed because I have done this.

This other blog I've setup today is a bit different. It's stories that I need to write for myself, and I need to archive for myself, but they are stories I want to share with the collective, with anyone who is drawn to them and wants to read them. I believe that people stumble on what they are looking for. Perhaps someone out there will stumble on my blog and find some comfort in the ramblings there. I don't write for an audience, but I appreciate knowing when my life touches another person's life. I hope to get the first entries created this week. The title, Beneath Blue Skies, is inspired by the lyrics of the song Diamond Road by Sheryl Crow "...beneath the promise of blue skies..." That song has changed a part of my life in the last few months, and that is one of the stories I have to tell.

In the meantime, I'm announcing to the digital world: I'm back!