I wake up sane. At least, as something passing for sane. A sense of calm, a sense of something better, or at least different, approaching. There is always something new to learn.
In responding to a letter from a dear friend who has asked for my blog URL, I choose links to a few entries rather than subjecting him to the whole, sometimes badly written saga. I was cheered to think that once in a while, I actually say something that holds up over time - for me, anyway.
And because I'm not much in a writing mood right now, and some of you have started reading here recently, I'm going to post links to the pieces I'm not embarrassed to have written.
Of Sandals and Sealing Wax
You are what you (h)ate
Night of the Iguana
The Habit of Sorrow
Eva
Thanks for allowing me to rerun. And for sticking with me through the not-so-hot times and not-so-eloquent entries.
