"She returned from India with a splinter of its saffron sun lodged deep in her heart."
"Her heart broke into a storm of black feathers."
"It was only in the morning's solitary twilight that she could hear that feathered song murmur through her thirsty bones."
"She collected shell after shell - ever searching for the one that would sing her the sea."
"Page after midnight page saw the feverish scribbles of his laudanum dreams."
"He told her the necklace he gave her contained secrets of the Spanish sun."
It's been just over a year since I began this blog - in a rash, what-the-hay sort of a moment. It was all the rasher for my being a rather shy person with a bad record of fist-fights with my computer. But I made the plunge and am very glad that I did. (Wanted to post on the actual day - Sept. 21 - but I'm so not organized enough for that.)
At the beginning, I had no real idea or vision or plan for this blog. Still don't. Over this past year it's just meandered along in its own, organic way. At first I was a bit uncertain about just how meandering it was - stopping at this topic, taking a look at that topic, tripping over yet another one. I'm not anymore.
All of the blogs which I read and enjoy seem to spring naturally from the person writing them. There are some which focus on very specific things, perhaps just a person's progress with their paintings, or their writing, others are more of a mix including anecdotes about life, family, kids, mythology, stories, song, travel.
In my first post, I wrote that one of my reasons for starting a blog was to reach out to the community of like minded people out there in the blog-sphere. That's happened and it's been a real enrichment. The exchange of ideas and inspiration which blogging allows is truly incredible.
Thanks and a hearty welcome to everyone who has stopped by my little acre of this whimsical new land.