Nothing Moved But Me

I do not feel alone.  Start something with great ambition and upsight (I made that word up and really like it), only to find the fizzle shortly fizzled out.  A new, universal tradition.  But unlike a lost diary, here sits the blog, patiently awaiting my return, heaping absolutely zero shame from its neglect.  This could be a wee bit of the (my) problem.  A grandparent, parent, pet, or bff who, because they've always been around, gets neglected and therefore I cheat myself out of the joys of those relationships. (JOY, for the record, is my favorite word. Now that I've nailed my favorite song, I'm working on identifying more favs - more on that to come, I say.)  While this blog cannot give or receive hugs, it is a way to connect and on some level, hopefully give a little back.  So, for today, this is really real -
I will continue at a pace that is all my own, remain open to possibility and, most of all, work on maintaining my upsight.

Will it go 'round in circles?  Yes it will, of that we can be sure.

A show-stopper in her youth, at twice the age with her bag of tricks half-empty, she still turns heads.

Music will find you everywhere.

What we're all hoping to find....a little peace among the rubble.

Connecting.  It's enough.