Somewhere I managed to lose yesterday's post on Squarespace in the great world of cyberspace. Squarespace does not auto save. I predicted this would be a process in learning here which I love, doing.(sometimes) My writing yesterday's blog is now only partially remembered. I was having a let down facing the packing away of Christmas. I remembered the time when my son was about 2 and half and he looked at the tree at the curb crying: “Tree, tree” Carving moments in time is what I do. Some more than others. Remembering and feeling in my memories of photographic images carved into prose. I could see in the world of COVID 19 I was holding onto as much of Christmas past. I could bring myself forward in wisdom. I let go of some of the usual décor.
As I want to continue to my next adventure in my creativity I will open to what precedes. Perhaps to some I am a storyteller. To others, a dramatic woman, I am just sweet and friendly to others. I could make a list of possibilities. Having been gifted with many adventures. I will continue to look toward my history sharing while creating new. This is my time to use wisely if possible. Consequently I am here recording from yesterday and knowing I want to collect my stories that still have only made it to legal pads, others on thumb drives. We will see what I am afforded from the annals of my time here. My space, my Squarespace.
