Cauliflower Puree

Oh my goodness.... My mom and I wanted something different than mashed potatoes for Christmas dinner. Last year at a work function the caterer had made something like a Cauliflower Puree. I convinced my mother that we should try it and all I can say is we BOTH loved it. It was better than potatoes! Is that even possible?

A must try! (a link to the site where I got this recipe is above)

yield: Makes 1 serving

active time: 10 min

total time: 20 min

Ingredients

• 1/2 lb cauliflower florets, chopped (2 2/3 cups) (We used a pound)
  
• 1 garlic clove, smashed (We used 4)
  
• 1/3 cup chicken broth (We used 2/3 which was *just* a tiny bit too much; a tablespoon or two of flour thickened it up and didn't hinder the fabulous taste)
  
• 1/2 teaspoon salt (We used sea salt)
  
• 2 tablespoons heavy cream (We used half and half)
  
• 1 teaspoon unsalted butter 9I snuck two tablespoons in :D)
  

Preparation

Simmer cauliflower, garlic, broth, and salt in a small saucepan, covered, until cauliflower is very tender, about 10 minutes. Purée mixture with cream and butter in a food processor until smooth (use caution when blending hot liquids), or mash with a potato masher or a fork (Which truly works just as well).

Lets Say Thanks

An email was forwarded to me from a friend today. I normally do not read the forwarded emails, but this one stuck out. Once I read it I knew I had to visit the site and I did. I sent out a whole slew of cards. It is SO important year round for people to know we support them and for our troops even more so.

Take a look, send a card; make someone's day brighter.

XEROX IS DOING SOMETHING COOL

If you go to this web site, www.LetsSayThanks.com you can pick out a thank you card and Xerox will print it and it will be sent to a soldier that is currently serving in Iraq/Afghanistan. You can't pick out who g et s it, but it will go to a member of the armed services.

How AMAZING it would be if we could g et everyone we know to send one!!! It is FREE and it only takes a second.

Wouldn't it be wonderful if the soldiers received a bunch of these? Whether you are for or against the war, our soldiers over there need to know we are behind them.

This takes just 10 seconds and it's a wonderful way to say thank you. Please take the time and please take the time to pass it on for others to do. We can never say enough thank you's.

Thanks for taking to time to support our military!

Cooking - Homemade Potato Soup

One of the things I used to love to do was play in the kitchen. I would throw together all sorts of things, see what happened and then afterward (whether I failed or succeeded) THEN do research online. I wanted to make something my OWN.

I remember making a cream cheese based sauce that was divine, it would blow an artery out, but it was delicious. My specialty has always been desserts (go figure!), but today I had some potatoes leftover and realized I had never made potato soup!

So, realizing I had nothing to lose (except some potatoes and soup) I set about "playing" again. Here is my recipe followed up with links to other recipes (that after I started mine cooking, I took bits and pieces from).


Muses Potato Soup
*9 potatoes mostly medium size though there were a few small ones (cut as cubed as possible lol though mostly in thin quarters)
*3 cans of cream of mushroom soup (3 cans of milk as well)
*2 tablespoons fresh garlic
*5 cups of water
*3 tablespoons of butter
*1 cup chopped carrots
*4 celery stalks (without leaves) diced up
*1 Onion diced
*dried parsley
*Chicken Bouillon (5 cubes?)
*1/2c Flour (Still waiting to see if I need to thicken it up, if I do this and the 1/2 & 1/2 will be used)
*2c half and half
*shredded cheese (for garnish)

Put all the ingredients in the slow cooker and turn it on high for three to 4 hours (or low for 6-7 hours).

Now, I'm just waiting. So i thought I'd look into other people's recipes. Most of them use chicken bouillon for their base and water (I used cream of mushroom...ooops), but they all added flour and half and half as a mixture to thicken it up. I may have to do that closer to the end, I just don't know how the creamy soup will thicken up in cooking. I called for reinforcements because I could really see the flavor of onion in it and sent my mom to the store for an onion, some dried parsley and a few chicken bouillon cubes.

Was it a success? We just don't know yet. But I can tell you two things: 1. it smells divine cooking and 2. This was fun.

Other recipes:
Joe's Potato Soup for the Slow Cooker
Rick Davidson Slow Cooker Potato Soup
Slow Cooker Creamy Potato Soup

Mean people suck

I read this story today and was so touched I had to share here even though no one reads here. Posting it here is my testament to the fact that people can be who they want to, bullying sucks, girl geeks rule, geeks are awesome, and we should not judge people but embrace our uniqueness.

I'm grateful today to have read this post and wish Katie all the best.

Katie the Star Wars girl

Floating

I shouldn't be writing this today. Whenever I start the day tired, everything looks worse. But I can't seem to concentrate and the only thing I know to do when I get like this is write out what's bothering me.

I've been in many different places. I've loved them, I've hated them. But I truly experience now the profound feeling of disappointment in my current place. There is nothing that can be done to change it apparently. It stems from the top with a seemingly benevolent leader, who is a tyrant thinly veiled.

The true epitome of “my way or the highway” is the way this person leads. If you're not in this circle of comrades, you're on the street. I went from a conversation over three years ago of hope, to the place I'm at today with no possibilities.

In confidence I asked someone I know I can trust “how much is enough?”. Easier said than done when you're looking at the pavement from his very marketable, much sought after shoes. The sage words were “Don't get blindsided”. I respect those words.

I've begun to pray about this because in so many ways in my life, not just this one, I feel lost. I don't have the money to do a year long trip to find myself. I don't have the support mechanisms in place to take a risk and try something new, and in this economy any move is a risk.

In the end, today in particular I'm feeling like I'm just kind of floating along with no direction. And while I hold an oar, my raft which is falling apart slowly, despite my trying to guide it, is going no where...and my arms are so very tired.

I need sleep, a full night of uninterrupted sleep but that hasn't happened in a long time, or at least not without having to force myself to stay up so I literally pass out. I wake up choking all the time now, despite the things I do to try and ensure it doesn't happen.

It's a sad day when the weight of one line, one person's negative opinion of you can't be shaken off and begins to spiral into a snowball of hell.

I keep trying but maybe today is just a day to live up to its moniker “Blue Monday”. Add freezing to that too and you've got it just about right.

I miss happiness

I miss who I was

I miss who I'm supposed to be

I miss hugs

I miss living

I am grateful I have a job

I am grateful for music

I am grateful for the little joys that are given to me each day

I am grateful for kindness bestowed on me

I am grateful for the knowledge of gratitude

...But I still feel like crap.

/end rant

Gratitude Monday 11-29-10

I haven't posted in a bit, but I thought today would be a good time seeing as Thanksgiving has just past us, to be grateful without disclaimer or "if, ands, or buts" for the things I have.

* I am grateful today for the long weekend of rest I just had.
* I am grateful for the time spent with my mother, which I've begun finally in my adult years to appreciate as precious.
* I am grateful for all the food I was able to eat this past weekend.
* I am grateful for the bonus that allowed me to be propelled forward into a form of debt free living (almost there!)
* I am grateful for the company of friends (online and offline) and the reconnecting with old friends.
* I am grateful for my anger for it shows I still love deeply and am not so much in a rut that I do not feel fear.
* I am grateful for the ability to control, or at least have the tools to help anger and fear subside.
* I am grateful for lovely voices late in the night.
* I am grateful for beauty in service and that I can partake of those things.
* I am grateful that I have a job and make decent money.

I could go on forever, the list this past weekend is particularly long. I was out more than I was in, a pleasant surprise and one I actually enjoyed. It had been long enough since I went anywhere or did anything with folks that I was sure I had turned into a hermit and would find it disagreeable. I appreciated the things I did, even if they weren't spectacular. (I saw a play this weekend. The company i was with was extremely enjoyable, the brunch food was spectacular, but the play was so so.)

I'm tired today. Returning from work after 4 or 5 days off is always difficult. But I dont mind being here.

Not much else to comment on (publicly anyway :) . But I really wanted to make sure I expressed my gratitude and gave thanks for where I am in life. While it's not perfect; it's better than it could be & better than it used to be, which means it's wonderful.

Hem your blessings with thankfulness so they don't unravel. ~Author Unknown

Sleep...for K

When you give yourself, you receive more than you give.
Antoine de Saint-Exupery


Someone said to me tonight in relation to what makes them smile and desire to be around me, to talk to me: "You're just you, and so open and that is such a rare thing". My response was simply, I dont know any other way to be...

Too often we hide ourselves. In the online world we immerse ourselves in the richness of the pixels. Sometimes we forget who we are. Or that the other person is just that, a person not a computer.

Tonight in a conversation I was reminded of this humanity we all have not just by the compliment but by the sharing in conversation, effortless and fluid. I love to have conversations where once you strip away the mask of the outward selves, we begin to see who we really are and if we look just so... we can even see another's heart.

This video is for K. While it's after sleep has claimed you, it is what i was compelled to write. I am grateful for the conversation tonight. It was pure joy... so hopefully tomorrow night or maybe the next when you go to sleep you might have seen this post, and heard this song and sleep peacefully knowing someone in the world is grateful for the precious time spent enjoying the joy of who you are.

Gratitude Monday

Normally on Mondays, I wake with a somber attitude. It doesn't help that winter is fast approaching and as I exit the warm blankets, I realize just how brutal the seasons can be as the cold snakes its way up my feet to my spine.

But something was different today. Not only did I close my eyes after the alarm went off (always a dangerous thing!) and wake up 30 minutes late. But even then, I wasn't panicked. I simply got up, charted out my morning going about the routine things I need to do with no speed per se, but no hurried fear either.

I slept on the train a slight bit listening to some Loreena McKennit and took the bus to arrive here at my work. It was when I got to my desk and saw the card from an unknown person (I can't read the handwriting for the signature) congratulating me on my hard work, that i realized I was awake!

I re-read the card trying to decipher the signature and I as read it again I realized someone here, someone at this company recognized my hard work enough to put it in a card! It was so sweet and so touching.

I am grateful for this card. And when I discover who left me this gift of joy on this cold Monday morning, I will smile deeply and send them blessings for joy in return today. It is such a blessing to be noticed and have people step out of their hurried day to take a moment and think of you.

I am honored.

Thank you unknown person, because aside from the calm and peaceful day you've given me that spark of joy to start me off. What a gift!

“The greatest gift you can give another is the purity of your attention.”
~Richard Moss

Pretty Girl

What a beautiful day. 10 pounds away from my first major goal, a full month before I'm to have hit it. Beautiful music, crisp fall air...

And a lovely video.

Celebrate your beauty!

Gratitude

Sometimes life can seem so heavy. So oppressive. For me, when I get stressed, nothing else can happen. I have to work hard at removing that which blocks joy. Sometimes, it's just too hard and I go days with stress and angst manifesting itself in abrupt conversations, tears, and loss of sleep. But always there is a turnaround, even if the thing that caused so much stress isn't resolved (as is the case now). So today, I have enough space in my world to be grateful. And once you let gratitude in, you can no longer be a slave to fear and oppression. There are things we can be grateful for everyday. They may be small, but they are still gratitude. It is hard to see them when you're mired down in issues, but even then; they are still there... We just have to "See" them. SO today, in my Book of Light I've documented some things I'm grateful for. And here, I thought I'd share with you my gratitude. so somewhere in the digital world intentions sent from my heart can still be visible to more than just my soul.

May they bring you joy, or light if you need it.

I'm grateful for "Jevy"
I'm grateful for less stress today
I'm grateful for the people who make me remember that I'm special and respected
I'm grateful for the lesson in awareness
I'm grateful for the weight I've lost
I'm grateful for my angels
I'm grateful to be alive

Beauty is not in the face;beauty is a light in the heart.
Khalil Gibran, (1883 - 1931)

She finally got to be on her beach

I finally got the nerve today to visit the American Cancer Society's place in Second Life. I had several times wanted to visit, but was too afraid. In visiting I stumbled upon the Memorial Gardens.

I was scared to be there, I had a horrible day at work; my emotions were already threatening to overwhelm me. But there, two people stood. I spoke to them briefly and discovered that one of them was the creator of the lovely place and a cancer survivor as well.

For so long I had thought that somehow maybe because I wasn't near death with my cancer, or invaded by chemotherapy for years that somehow my cancer wasn't as severe. No matter how it affects you Cancer of any kind is severe. It is brutal, non discriminatory, and painful mentally, physically and emotionally to so many.

In talking with this person, I had asked timidly what I needed to do to add a memorial for someone. He was so kind, he let me add one that very moment for her. When he asked me where I would want to place it, without a moments hesitation I said "Somewhere on the beach?"

He immediately put a picture I hastily gave him nestled between some palm trees facing the bluest ocean. The tears began to flow freely as I stood there and just stared at this lovely tribute to the woman who changed my life so much. I began to feel all the old fears of my cancer, the sadness at losing her just two years before mine. I began to feel the sadness from the days events, the stress from work and a torrent of tears broke through my walls.

But somewhere among the deluge of depression, sadness, and pangs of longing, was one emotion that is always there somehow, God only knows how...

Love.

I loved this woman I never met. I loved the doctors who before my surgery hadn't laid eyes on me before but took care of me. I loved this woman's fiancee that I had never met. I loved both of their families for providing me one of the highest points of my life as they thanked me for doing a radio show devoted to her... these people who didn't even know what Yahoo instant messenger was, learned that night how to type "Thank you for loving our daughter" as I did a broadcast in her honor when she was in a coma they weren't sure she'd come out of (she did). I loved all those who supported me through my cancer including this woman's fiancee who was still wounded from the loss of his love, but able enough to reach out and help me.

Even as I write this, the tears are still flowing, as I sit here by her memorial I can't stop them. But as all the sadness of the day, fears and stresses begin to depart I feel her there beside me in my heart. And strangely as I cry, I am comforted. I am sad and filled with the longing of her words. But I am comforted. And I know soon the tears will stop and tomorrow will be a better day for having had them.

So I look to tomorrow, and send out love to the many survivors, and loved ones who have fought bravely but not survived. I send love out because I am hurting and because I know only that will make me feel better. I send love out because it's who I am and in doing so, I feel her nearby. The woman who's sanctuary was a beach and finally in the virtual world has found a home again near me.

In warm memories and with much love I remember you.

Jessie Smith 1976-2004

And thank you to those two in Second Life, who gave me the most insightful words of the evening.

H.M.: some of us have to go to remind those left behind how precious we all are
H.M: if you do nothing more than that than your life is an accomplishment

Profound words my friend, indeed.

Angels with one wing...

I was going to write a week ago about how little I trust people anymore. How friends are not what you think they are anymore. How surprising it is now in this world of immediate gratification that even friends do not stand up to the test of time.

I was going to write how dismayed I am at the inability of people to commit to something and see things from another's perspective. To be willing and able to understand by wearing someone else's shoes what they go through. To look from a higher level and see that situations sometimes are beyond our control, and all we can do is handle them as honorably, as we can and try to appreciate them for that.

I was going to further write about how I feel like I am a dying breed sometimes. How when I commit to fight for something, I continue to fight for it. How I'm not perfect, but am completely flawed in so many ways but my heart is in the right place.

Lastly I was going to write how one hurt after another beginning in August has been lavished on me. How much I felt like there was no one left I could count on. That all my efforts at many things had been in vain and worse a regrettable waste of time.

These are all true statements. They are all true sentiments. But they are flawed.

They take a specific incident (or multiple incidents) and target everyone for for a few people's careless actions or thoughtless words.

I find that usually in what I perceive to be my darkest hour, when one thing after another continues to be piled on; that inevitably someone steps in and shines through the dark. A whispered word can sometimes be enough, a hand to hold, a song link sent to me by someone who doesn't even know what I'm going through. How that one thing alone can be strong enough to lift the seemingly impenetrable burden of dark.

This post is in thanks to all those people who may not even know that by their well timed words have brought me a smile or peace. It is a reflection of what I see happening in the dynamics of relationships, that things still happen and sadly worse than ever before in this immediate age; but there are still some of us out there. Some of us who love, who try hard, who fail but get up and try again; and we support each other even in our own dark times. And even though we seem to be few and far between sometimes, the fact that we ARE there can make all the difference in the world.

Thank you for you.

Muse

We are each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another. ~Luciano de Crescenzo

I speak, Reflections, Releasing the Songbird

My days move up and down like the slow rolling hills seem to do. One moment you see everything ahead of you, the clear path, and the next you're in the valley with walls around you and shadows dancing with your thoughts.

I wake and try to be grateful for the day. I listen to music with my heart and try each moment to open it just a little wider. My scars on my heart shine more than my light it seems these days. But there are moments still. It seems to take a little more warm candlelight than I remember, but … there are moments.

I cling to those moments when I sit alone like tonight, thinking of what to do. Seeing the various faces of those around me now completely different than the faces that once were, even recently. I get contemplative a lot it seems. The words, emotions, thoughts don't see m to carry the darkness they once did back in 2004. I was so full of hurt back then.

I hurt now too. But thankfully, I'm a bit wiser too (I think)

I know when to look at my own doings and recognize the part I may have played in some of these hurts. I know too when to not shoulder any of the blame. And I'm not afraid to say I've done no wrong. Nor am I afraid to say “I'm sorry”.

For a long time I forgot who I was. I forgot what my core is. Along the way friends have dropped like travelers off to distant worlds, only they have not come back. For those I shoulder regret. It was my distance that allowed them the permission to feel the need to move on. But when I look on those regrets they hurt, however they don't maim like they used to.

Maybe there is something to this growing up thing after all .

But I am more aware today than I was yesterday lets say, of every moment that passes me by. I notice the sun move its position bringing with it the dark. I see Helios screaming across the sky running from the coming cold, and Selene his sister, bringing the winter Moon and all it's beauty. I sit stationary more often than ever before. This isn't a bad thing, it just is the way it is.

I find I know less than I did 10 years ago and somehow wisdom in other ways has been imprinted on my soul. I still seek my path. My god, I still seek it at 39. I hope to find it soon.

But to those I've touched who image or name is stamped on my heart and filed away in my library of light.... know you are thought of. And even if I don't know you, know I love you and wish you well.

To those I've not touched in a long time, know too, you are thought of in many ways. And I wish for love, light, happiness to find its way to you even if you don't know it's me that's sent it.

So tonight, I retire, chilled from the winters breath on every breeze. I meditate for peace, and maybe clarity. And I spend my time doing the one thing I know I need to do; shake the rust off the creative wheels and write with my heart. Write not for anyone, but for my heart to finally be free of its bondage. Write for no awards, but the accolades my spirit feels when I dance with paper and pen (or computer and bits and bytes). And release my songbird on paper, from my heart, into the night sky with her wish to be carried gently to the moon.

Be well all.

LadyMuse

PS. Candles are being lit again, check them out (link at the left). Maybe you'll feel the inspiration to light one too.

I Speak

I sit in darkness

Lights move slowly, reaching their destination

Wind speaks to my skin

Eliciting prickled flesh

My ears covered listen intently

Muscle thrums with the music

Shivers begin, creativity flows

the sound washes my mind free of worry

My heart beats picking up the melody

Legs carry me to the wooden portal

Fingers stretch and flex

While slow luxurious words drape my screen

This is my word

My essence

My energy transported through music

To the cold screen

It bears no message

Carries no weight

But still, I speak

©SKW 9-28-10

The things you are to me

Sometimes life sneaks up on us and whisks us away to the hurried demands of the day. And sometimes if we're lucky enough to catch a moment as if it were a falling star. Sometimes we can hold onto it and cherish it. We can "see" and "feel" the moment as it moves through our hearts. These moments suspend time in a near fantastical vision. These are moments when our heart sing, and are minds are at ease. They don't come often, but when they do, they can be cherished.

It's been a long time since I've had such a moment. I've been so busy with what I needed to do. So busy tending to someone, or something; that i had forgotten what it was like to sit pampered for a space of hours doing nothing but being a creature of love, a glowing light in the world of dark.

I am glowing today. I have had the pleasure of being around the nicest person. He transported me to a place of peace and relaxation and this post is for him. Because these moments don't come often; when they do, clutch them tight to your heart. And when they are done file them away in your garden of dreams. Water them and watch the memories grow becoming an eternity instead of the singular moment plucked from the falling stars.

Thank you R. For many things, but especially for slowing the incessant demands of time today with me and just "being" beautiful.

The Things You Are To Me

If I held in my hand,
Every grain of sand
Since time first began to me
Still I could never count,
Measure the amount;
Of all the things you are to me

If I paint the sky,
Hang it up to dry
I would want the sky to be
Oh, such a grand design
An everlasting sign
Of all the things you are to me

Chorus:
You are the sun that comes on summer winds
You are the falling year that autumn brings
You are the wonder and the mystery
In everything I see… the things you are to me

Sometimes I wake at night
And suddenly takes fright
You're my vaguest fantasy
But then you reach for me
And once again I see
All the things you are to me

The unfolding of the flowers....

It is amazing to me how many ways we can be unfolded just like a new flower. At night when the world is dark and the air is cold, we close up... So too can we during the day in a cold environment. But in one act of kindness, or love or generosity we unfold one petal at a time eventually with enough love and the right environment revealing our most beautiful attributes, our core...our heart.

This love comes to us in many strange ways. Perhaps it was a beautiful day, the landscape of which took your breath away. Or perhaps a smile from a stranger, that reached all the way up to the strangers eyes lighting them up as their heart recognized yours and said hello. But it is in the measure of a hug, that precise blanket of warm space shared with another that our hearts really talk to one another.

A good hug can carefully unwrap each petal previously wrapped so tight in the cold. It can reveal our naked hearts, and raw emotions. It can instantly bring forth tears that we didn't know we had waiting to be shared. And if tended to those tears cathartic though they are can turn to tears of joy.

I had just such a hug yesterday. I tried to fight the tears that came forth (as is my nature), but they wouldn't be deterred and what was revealed left the giver of the hug shaking it was so profound. This connection doesn't just spring from a long term relationship, nor just from a friend, it can be found in the most unusual ways. If we see it, recognize it for what it is we can have a moment or several of them even, and walk away from that simple hug with enough love in our hearts to make us glow with joy.

I am grateful for that hug. For that moment, when my love and my joy was restored. Thank you J.

Here's to many hugs for you, and for me and for the resulting joy that can color a world in beautiful gardens of flowers opened; reaching for the sun even during the storm...

LadyMuse

39 years of life

Tomorrow is my birthday. There will be no fanfare, no special hugs from friends. There will be no cake, no dinner out. There will be no intimate time with someone, and no wine drunk. My birthdays are like this. They have been since I was old enough to not have parties thrown for me by my mother. Every once in a while one birthday stands out as a time of joy and love because the well wishes from people near and far catch me off guard and give me the warmth I used to experience when celebrating a year of life as a child.

This year, I am one year away from 40. The thing that catches me the most about that is that I survived 39 years. I’ve been through cancer & emotional turmoil. I’ve made some deep friendships that have stood the test of time and many “issues”. I’ve lived, cried, been hurt, been loved. I’ve truly lived.

I’ve made some bad choices in my life, and my skeletons hang out in my closet waiting to rejoice in their hopeful freedom. But what I truly try to do on this very special day, is to look with no regrets or fear on my past. To see this life, with clearer eyes than I do in my normal “go mode”. To see that in many people’s lives I’ve made a difference. A single touch, a word, a hug, has made someone feel warmer, has given another peace, has provided strength for some to walk through very dark valleys and be at peace in their darkest hours.

I am proud of those moments. Proud of the times when my heart opened up and shone like a beacon, a lighthouse to those lost souls, to the wayward spirit who just needed to know we “see” them. I’m proud of them because in this world where so many are blinded by prejudice, preconceived notions, stereotypical ideals, I have laid my soul bare. It is no small feat to be the vibrant spirit we are and offer all we are in the service to another’s heart. It is one thing that I do well.

This year, as every year, I will try to do many things that make me continue forward on my journey. I will try harder to do them with honor. I will love more and work harder to remove the barriers in my heart placed by so many experiences of pain. I will meditate more and incorporate the spiritual side of myself into my daily life. But most importantly I will remain true to who I am. I will remember the moments of pride when I could look at a stranger and see the light go on in their eyes just from a few words. I will actively heal with my hands and energy, those who want it, as well as myself. I will be kinder to my body and more loving to myself with my heart. I will hopefully impart this brightness onto another who may share this life with me. I will continue to walk the road that most people don’t understand because they live in fear. I will walk it and smile.

And should I falter, I will allow myself the tears, and keep going.

I never thought I’d make it this far, having thought I’d always die young. And I’ve had some special incidents along the way that show me that truly my life, my being here is a gift indeed from divinity. I will not spit in the face of that gift. I will instead of counting the days to the next joy, remember that joy is in each breath I take simply because I can breathe….

Love, light and peace to all who read here and many blessings on this the day of my birth for light to warm your heart and carry you through any dark. For those special few, I am always in your heart. Thank you for being in mine as well.

And even as I type this, I send blessings to you all while meditating in my temple in Second Life. May they fly to you and unburden you….

Carpe Diem!

LadyMuse

Been around the block

It's been a long time (again) since I posted here. I've been on a journey since my cancer in 2006 that has taken me to great places of high emotion and deep valleys of lows. I don't know where I go from here.

Who I am is different now. Sure, we all grow and things change, but so much has changed I hardly recognize myself anymore. I need to get reacquainted, restarted, rejuvenated.... Only problem is, I don't know how. So I've gone back to the beginning. This, my first ever blog in the hopes that writing again will help.

Time will tell, wont it?
Muse