Well, as per my previous post from...er, FIVE months ago, I guess I've been busy and totally ignoring this blog.
And as per the reality check in my head, it doesn't really matter-- I'm not really writing this because I've got readers. I'm writing it because I need to stay connected to the act of writing. I am better when I write. I am better at living... better at breathing...better at focusing...better at hopscotch, you name it!
I have chaotic tendencies. How ever do I tame them?
I came back to Blogger tonight to check in on my blog Writing To Reach You, in which I essentially drop letters to famous people who I'll never actually converse with. Tonight's inspiration and lucky recipient of a quick note from me? Mister Michael Jackson.
My emotional reaction to his death has been very measured, except in those brief moments when I stop to imagine how I will feel when M departs this world-- but tonight I finally shed some tears for what are probably mundane reasons... and yet, the most beautiful thing of all in this loss is what is being re-connected since his passing... Millions of people shared a moment together today remembering him; so many are re-embracing a man they shunned in the last decade; and me, I am reconnecting to my own thoughts ('thoughts' - my pet name for blog posts...)...
All those cliches are true, you know... one door closes, another door opens...
And as per the reality check in my head, it doesn't really matter-- I'm not really writing this because I've got readers. I'm writing it because I need to stay connected to the act of writing. I am better when I write. I am better at living... better at breathing...better at focusing...better at hopscotch, you name it!
I have chaotic tendencies. How ever do I tame them?
I came back to Blogger tonight to check in on my blog Writing To Reach You, in which I essentially drop letters to famous people who I'll never actually converse with. Tonight's inspiration and lucky recipient of a quick note from me? Mister Michael Jackson.
My emotional reaction to his death has been very measured, except in those brief moments when I stop to imagine how I will feel when M departs this world-- but tonight I finally shed some tears for what are probably mundane reasons... and yet, the most beautiful thing of all in this loss is what is being re-connected since his passing... Millions of people shared a moment together today remembering him; so many are re-embracing a man they shunned in the last decade; and me, I am reconnecting to my own thoughts ('thoughts' - my pet name for blog posts...)...
All those cliches are true, you know... one door closes, another door opens...
