Yes, there are about four of you who read this drivel and a few who stumble through on their way somewhere else. You held on even when I took down four years of posts and mostly stopped writing here. You lovely wonderful four of you who for whatever reason keep coming back for the few posts I manage to eek out these days...thank you.
Thank you for offering me a virtual shoulder and for reminding me, especially in the toughest times, that you are out there and that you, yes you, gentle readers, genuinely care about someone whom you have never met. Someone who shows her seams, embraces her warts, colors outside of the lines and lives out loud. Someone who takes the side roads and rescues any turtles she might find stranded on them. Someone who, just like every other someone on this planet, merely wants to love and be loved and to find whatever modicum of grace and dignity she can as she makes her way through this weary world.
And if you're looking for something here that isn't bathed in unconditional love and covered in fierce fabulosity and glittery goodness, then I'm afraid you have come to the wrong blog.
To the looky loos, the trolly trolls and the thrill seekers, move along. There is nothing to see here. Show's over. I truly hope you find your pathway to joy, or at the very least find your way back to that bridge that is missing you.
Writing is my guilty pleasure. It is the joy inside my tears. I work things out by writing them out and I post them here because I know that in doing so I have given someone else who may be struggling to find terra firma a little message in a bottle that lets them know to hang on and be strong.
Just know, brave four, that you are light, you are loved and nothing and no one can harm you and if you ever need to feel just a little less alone, you can find me here.
"And in the end, the love you take, is equal to the love you make." The Beatles
"Blackbird singing in the dead of night. Take these broken wings and learn to fly. All your life, you were always waiting for this moment to arise." The Beatles
"The opposite of love is fear, but what is all encompassing can have no opposites." A Course in Miracles
Be in peace,
Madge
6 comments:
Margot, though I am not, one of the four, I read your posts. I feel awful for what you are going through. You are very special. I hope things work out to your satisfaction and you are once again happy in the land of milk and honey.
Oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxo
Tari
Personally, I love this blog... I've read each and every post since the first time you left a comment on mine (in regard to a post about my daughter)... and what I love about it the absolute most is how human you are. You remind me that I am not the only one going through strife. And, hopefully, since I'm a few years ahead of you on this particular sort of strife, maybe I can offer you hope that we can get through this human condition.
And, if we are REALLY lucky, we just may come through it with grace. Like my own tag-line reads... I'm I somewhat lost dreamer just looking for my grace in this crazy world.
Then again... aren't we all?
I'm here just to say: everything will calm down and you'll be again in a feel of comfort, joy and happiness - I'm sure.
although i'm not probably one of the 4---i read your posts and follow you on facebook--and hope that all will be well with you--
marilyn g
I know that I haven't commented here lately but I do want you to know that I read every post. I am so glad that you kept this blog open and that you continue to post here occasionally.
Write what you love and forget the trolls. They can suck the joy out of puppies and cupcakes, I swear.
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