Life is a lot of things. It’s tough. It’s wonderful. It’s an adventure. It’s a journey.
One thing it is for me is:
different from anything I could have imagined when I was young.
I’m writing this blog for myself, to explore my own heart’s thoughts and feelings, memories and aspirations, and I’m writing it for everyone else who’s interested. Perhaps friends and relatives will talk a look at it from time to time, to find out what new insights I’ve had or puzzling experiences I’m trying to sort out.
I’m a writer. That’s what I love to do and would do almost incessantly if I could.
I’m a friend, a sister, a wife, a mother, and grandmother, a counsellor, a teacher, and so much more.
I love to walk, but, it’s become a challenge. Arthritis has slowed me down and yesterday I tripped and fell, bending a toe that is no longer bendable, or so I thought. Today that toe is purple and twice the size it used to be.
Want to see a picture of my toe? Ha-ha. I don’t know if I’ll be posting pictures or not. We’ll have to wait and see.
Please feel free to make comments, ask questions, or whatever.
More later.
treewithroots
