A is for the Adventure I Embark Upon This Day.

A is for the Adventure I Embark Upon This Day. 

(I missed the deadline for the April Blogging from A to Z Challenge, but I'm doing it anyhow.)

I’ve not blogged consistently for a while.  But I’m gearing up and beginning again.  I’m embarking on a new adventure.  I’ve bid adieu to Dilbert's world; claimed my entitlement which I am ‘entitled’ to; and I’m looking to the moment and the future. 

At 5, I thought 60 was old. Now, at 64, not so much. I am sometimes utterly amazed that I’ve been on this planet so long. Lately, I’ve been pondering the next 3rd of my life. Yes, I think I’ll make it to ninety-something, but not as some dottie, but rather some doughty, old lady.

Surprising to me, I’ve become a woman of a certain age, and I’m still here.  So I'm asking, now what? I want to explore where I am; how I got here, and where I’m going as I enter the next third of my life.  I’ve lots of projects in process ready to launch mid to late April.

What better day than All Fools' Day to begin, after all

Fools Rush In Where Angels…   (from 2012 Blogging from A-Z Challenge)

edges rough worn thin
mind that races rushes in
angels watch in awe

not quite sure they saw
halos doffed no wind for wings
grounded and unsure

© 6.23.12

Some Beach Some Where

Journal Entry 3/11/13. I ran away today in time in my mind. When the sun didn’t come, I sat back on the sheltered balcony and watched the clouds pour forth to wash fresh my world.

The steady din of rain upon the roof of this small place is a song, one of many that I love. The storm passes and I’m free to walk on.

All the sounds of life surround me: the wind rustling the long grasses, gulls flying low and calling to me hopeful for a crumb, and the surf, the ever-pounding surf.

The surf pushes and pulls me as I walk through its flow, shoes tied and slung across my shoulder, bare feet on sand leaving a fleeting imprint on the strand.

Lacuna, Hiatus, Break ends today

Friday February 15 - 10 days yesterday since my last post.  I just decided that I'd proven to myself what I needed to prove.  It started with the January 1 commitment to myself that I could write and post a blog every day for a year.  That I could write on demand without a thought in my head as to what that writing would contain.

I found poetry came easier than much else, and haiku demanded I be brief.  Some were successful, some banal, some just utilitarian.
Thing is I took a lesson from an on-line friend who used to have a blog called Mildly Creative.   He said it's okay to be mildly creative.

I read that and looked around and found what I already know. Not all that is published by anyone is all pure gold, some is mediocre, some down right bad.  It's okay to be mildly creative.  The thing is to continue creating.

I'm leaving the day job March 29, for my home office studio.  I've been planning, painting, drawing and writing (not blogging).
With this post, I'm back.  There'll be some poetry, some paintings and updates on my journey through this my 64th year.

• Three-page mini-website is up and I'm working on the full blown one.
• E-book on journaling and publishing from the pages of your journal is almost finished and I should launch it late March/early April.
• Poetry e-book is taking shape.
• Nostalgia essay under consideration at Victoria Magazine.
• More to come...

Which is the dream?

in dream I oft walk
familiar streets, halls, houses
dream more real than life.

I often wonder which is the reality of our life. Which is the real dream. Which is the real life. What does real really mean.

The yellow brick road beckons.