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November 20 Blogging? I think not.Okay. A month has passed since last I wrote. Am I blogging again?
Maybe the question should be, "Did I ever Blog?"
Ah, so here I am with a few minutes to spare, revolve around my inner workings and dance my fingers across the keys...that's all it really is. I have no real reason for being here at this time. Where I need to be is elsewhere, so I shant take much more than a few moments. The San Diego Fires were a distraught time for me. Family, old friends, memories came bounding through my mind like horses on Derby Day in the city where I currently reside. My Mother kept the television tuned in to CNN constantly. Calls were quickly dispatched to various relatives scattered throughout the US as information came in from family and friends in San Diego County. I cried, and wrote, and cried, and wrote some more. Pages disappeared as my computer crashed one last time. After rebooting and doing a system recovery the RAM and Hard Disc had some sort of mishap. It functions...but barely. I dare not spend hours as I did when I lost all that memorable work.
So, here I am. And now I'm gone again. Will be back when I can, take care, my friends.
October 09 Time is everything at Fifty...Well, once again I have a minute to blog. Last time it was at my Nine Point View Wordpress space. I'll be rotating between three places...hopefully once a week. Halloween is almost here and stores are selling costumes like hotcakes for the hungry. Now to feed the hungry. Actually, just to update a few folks that may be interested...
I've just recently been sewing, mending, and altering costumes for the local Zoo. And that does not mean my family or the troop from Pearls Before Swine. What it does mean is that I'll have enough money in my pocket to pay for my overdue library books. It also means that I'll have enough money to get some winter clothes before traveling up to Maine for Thanksgiving and Christmas. Does this mean Snow in my future? It has been far too long since I've made a fort, an igloo, or a snow angel. So I be preparing for a long bus ride. Next trip planned is for San Diego California...Sand Castles and Comic Con. Preparations for characters are underway. Small preparations. Like lots of illustrations to back up my ideas. Portfolio stuff. Makeup stuff. Character stuff.
But first stop...Halloween at the Zoo. I just finished making a Puss'n Boots costume. Plus I'm doing some makeup for the Terpsichore Dancers as a volunteer. Yep. It's fall and I am a surviving. I wonder if I'll be joining the Halloween Parade this Saturday? It would be a fun experience and I already have a Clown costume...two if I think about it. You should see my sunshine face when I wake up! No curlers mind you! May 21 Searching for EmploymentI am republishing this to myself as a reminder that anything is possible. I am a creative. I will continue to create even if I can't make a cent. It's that simple. By the way, I did not recieve any answers from Lucas Sound. But I did get a comment from Luca. See, there is hope.
I certainly didn't expect to write a brief email to a few people pertaining April 01 Another Day in Derby City!What does it take to stay sober? Don't pick up that first drink...
For those that read these blogs, view my art, and read my poetry...I'll share this with you. I currently living in a residential treatment program (Recovery Dynamics) while cleaning up my internal house. What else is there to say...the process of recovery is life long and somewhere along the way I stopped going to meetings and didn't bother working the Twelve Steps. I'll be writing now and then to update, maybe more if I can get hold of laptop. But for now, it's off to the library between AA/NA meetings and recovery hours, perhaps every couple of weeks. I am weel, content to stay in the moment...and know that every moment I am given, every breath that I breathe is a sacred gift.
Thanks to all that have traveled with me...Peace! December 16 Another Day...12-16 Poetry AdditionsPeel Away
Breackneck speed limits call out like asphalt across the continent.
Accuse me of limitless telepathy if you must.
And how do I trust these issues today
That submit this reckless soul, heart, pathway to another.
These layers, dreams inside the cells, neurons, nature's traces,
and intangible particles dance through the spaces.
The Spirit, Soul, Body,
Of these which is it that tangos and tangles
With briar and roses.
The scents of senses that softens and the scorching stick of needles,
Feelings revolving through this nothingness that means so much,
A knowing and yet unknown touch.
Copyright 2006 Kristine B. McAnelly
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