And yes, I'm counting and examining the two hundred plus blogs I've written since 2010. I want to see if I've become a better writer; to see what I have learned; to reread and reflect; and to look ahead. Searching through the archives on the right side of the screen I realized that my heart is as random as my head. Many of my blogs, like books in a library, touch our hearts or challenge us, but some ought to be discarded.
Like birds randomly dropping seeds, my finger slipped on the computer screen, as I searched the archives, and I opened Anna's Angel. I've moved since I wrote that story, but Anna's Angel still has a place over my grandmother's antique secretary desk.
Another Miami Memory shows the depth of sadness in our family in the one week when our President JFK
|Aunt Sissie and grandma|
|Sonya, Jan, and Jeannette|
Book Club Celebrates Ten Years
Looking back I can find stories begging to be told in the oral tradition of storytelling. That is, after all, how this
all began. It is how families stayed connected, and it is how I have reconnected with my family on my mother's and father's side. Thanks to my grandmother's collection of postcards about the Clendening family, we now have a thorough shared genealogy file: Consumed by a Story. Through another family post Along the Lonesome Trail, I have met and talked with long lost family members. What memorable moments these stories have given us, one hundred and fifty years later.
Glancing back to 2010 and 2011 I see what I so dearly miss--those early morning country walks with Lucy. I'm so glad I wrote about those memories, as brief as they might be. They give me reasons to laugh and chuckle at life. I'd forgotten about that little skunk, who's dance captured my heart
Dancing in the Breeze. One day a squirrel, in an attempt to out run a horse, instead ran up my leg. Lucy to the rescue still shows the scar of the squirrel on her nose.Walking Pell Mell I still laugh every time of think of some of these moments.
What have I learned? Thanks to comments by my readers, I've learned to increase the size of my font. When our stories connect to the heart then people relate and feel connected. I've met many new friends and fellow writers online, each with a distinct voice and vision. Their diverse styles, formats, and purposes for writing inspire me and encourage me to continue.
In the future, I'd like to write more about other people's lives,
walk closer to nature, and continue to explore every aspect that life offers us.
There will always be change, as long as we are still learning. My very first blog, one paragraph long, begins with change and adaption. As difficult as computer programs have been for me to learn, I'm thankful that I have the opportunity to grow and stay connected to the world. Thank you Rosemary Miller for showing me this path. The last lines from my first paragraph reads: Practice, repeat, and continue. So this blog will be a study of learning, living, laughing, and loving life with Letty.
|NYC December 2015|