The "Favorite" Returns

Since the month has just started, and since I have no fresh pictures loaded, I was casting about for today's topic. I think I might have been divinely inspired. Hmm.. Here goes, but first, background.

When I first started blogging, an IRL friend who blogged did something she called "Friday Favorites," and encouraged us to write about something that we liked or moved us, then to link up with her post so we could share the happiness. She is now a successful business woman with a home-based enterprise (and a riotously adorable family,) so she has no time to write, instead expressing herself through her fun fabric creations.

But it's Friday, so I'll write about something that inspired me. (No, no linky-linky app, y'all. That would require too much thinking, and my computer gets cranky this late at night. It will be peeved that I will open FB simultaneously for just a moment. Pardon.)

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"Approach dawn softly from the other side," Rod Smith sympathized with me as I once again turned in a slightly overdue writing assignment I stayed up all night to complete. I am NOT a morning person, in that I do not wake up easily or joyously. But once awake (or otherwise, before retiring,) I find dawn a fascinating place. It is so alive in a peaceful sense. I resolve to take a moment there more often.

Today, I emerged from the house early to drive to my daughter to Decatur. My return found me at one school or the other on behalf of my children. I felt the day move through the morning, up to noon, and then settle slowly towards dusk. Words of mine, for a friend disenheartened:

"(I think of Ecclesiastes, Chapter 3.) Today is soft upon our cheeks and we can set aside the jackets til eve'n. This morning the chill laughed lightly about us, while we amazed at the first frost that enchanted the fields, the rising river of mist that cloaked the water. A man? A dog? No, a mild buck and a doe that crossed the road, they unconcerned with neither man nor dog, but on their own hunt for the rich acorns that fall now. Look, raise your eyes, be blessed with the quilt of autumn color spread out upon the trees, across the mountains. Things change. Some we perceive, some we understand, some we know. But at the heart, life is a mystery-- joy and comfort where we find it. If not found today, may you be surprised when you stroll through your memories."

I love each season, in its season. Now is the true season of hope, as we make our harvests, and from this, plan again for the coming year.

Fall has come to us, and I will exalt in it.

NoBloPoMoDitto

Once again, it is my November observation of National Blog Post Month. I will try to provide fresh material  daily-- snippets of my life, my thoughts, my hopes and my past. I'll vary my content, add photos, even attempt to embed media. But please forgive me if there are more articles than you'd prefer about my kids or my community theater experiences; this is my life-- be glad I don't own a cat.

Can you do me a favor? I will attempt to amuse you afresh every day. Will you attempt to comment at least once on a post this month? I'll give to you 30 days; is one day from you to me too much to ask? I think I've got this set up so anyone can comment, even anonymously; if comments are "broken," let me know (Well, if comments are broken, then you'll have to let me know via Facebook or email. Duh on me.)

I ask this because I need an audience. I write for me, myself, but I would like to connect with YOU. I think most of you readers are friends and relations, then there are the friends and relations of the friends and relations, not to forget a few of you who stumbled here and have decided to stay.

Let me know who you are, what you like/dislike, where you're from, how you found me, your favorite color. Pick a day or pick a topic, then start a dialogue with me. I'll be glad you did, and glad to be able to thank you for reading.

See you again on Friday.

Trust Me, You Are Not Forgotten

I have been quite busy with the theatrical production these past weeks. Many adventures to relate, but that may only be interesting to me.

But for my faithful readers (all three or four of you,) here's a bit verse that always makes me smile:

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MY MY

1. My Dream
This is my dream,
It is my own dream,
I dreamt it.
I dreamt that my hair was kempt,
Then I dreamt that my true love unkempt it.

2. My Conscience
I could of
If I would of
But shouldn't,
So I douldn't.

-- Ogden Nash