It's time I started writing again. Original stuff. Not reposting pieces I've worked on, am proud of, or are apropos for the season or holiday. I desire to explore forward.
Most of what I've posted is locked down at this time. I missed the deadline to renew my www.indybikehiker.com domain and every way I try to renew it now, I'm led down a blind alley. I've wasted lots of time. I figure I'll recover the 15+ years of content some time (it's all accessible via Blogger). But the disruption of months of non-access has intensified my urge to write in general and blog specifically.
I have embraced a number of social media platforms--Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, etc. Each has a fascination of its own. But, for me, none of these reflect my style (this is not the best word) like blogging.
Though I have blogged for years and journaled through my adult life, I consider this a fresh start, a new beginning.
I consider this an act of love and courage.
Let's see where this goes.
Three Snow Poems
A celebration of snow on the brink of winter I love snow. I’ve been praying for snow in Indiana--enough snow to sled and cross-country ski i...
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A reflection in anticipation of burying mom's ashes I'm really not one to dwell on the death of a loved... -
Twelve convictions which I vigilantly hold on to--and seek to creatively express I read a lot about "letting go." It's an esse... -
Howard Thurman suggests next steps for holiday revelers "When the song of the angels is stilled, When the star in the sky is gone, Wh...
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