Here it is the third of July 2011, and I am back. The reason for my absence was simply forgetting my password. Every once in a while I would try to enter my site; to no avail. Today, I succeeded. And I wasn't even trying. I'm so amazed!
But why did it take me so long? I am prepared to think that perhaps God had other plans for me this past year. Maybe I needed time to think, to organize, to do other things. And boy did I have a busy year. Family kept me so busy I gave up writing-only to take up sewing as a way to cope with life's pressures.
So now I want to leave you with a thought. It's fitting for this moment. It was written by Emily Dickinson who was an obsessively private writer from the mid 1800's-and only 10 of her 1700 poems were ever published during her lifetime.
"To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else."
A Word is dead
When it is said,
I say it just begins to live