It's a cold January morning, a true Canadian winter morning in a not so Canadian winter (El Nino, I know, and my oil bill thanks you). Fresh fallen snow glitters as the sun shines brightly although it had not yet risen when my children boarded the school bus. I am home alone now save for a sedated dog (more about that later) and the two cats. It is peaceful.
I start this blog as an exercise to get my creative juices flowing, so to speak. I am not sure how this will work but I strongly feel the need to have something to focus my creative energy on..... and I am a writer in my heart. The joy of the written word is something I discovered very early in life, thankfully, and it has lifted me up through both times of challenge and times of relative peace. I am, I write. Even through years of not writing, the words come together as written prose in my thoughts and in what I speak.
I'm not sure of what I'll write and that's okay I've decided, because I am writing for me. It's my life and what is closest to my heart. My kids, my pets, my home, what keeps us busy, the quiet times, what's important to me, what I am passionate about.
It's all good.
