A Neverending Flow Of Time Brings A New Day, Day After Day, Year After Year.
Today, as many days before now, I find myself in a state of development. Lost, hopeful, wonderful, but sad and happy all at the same time. Understanding who I wish to become seems to be growing more and more difficult as the years pass by. My mind seems to be getting overwhelmed, and in the world of the Blogg, I talk to myself as if I'm in retirement, sitting on a back porch in Autumn now, long ago it was spring. Today I was moved to get out in the sunshine, however hot, I did enjoy some fresh blackberries and gather what I believe to be ragwort for a coffee table bouquet. TODAY! I'm reminded of the endless time of a Blogg, the therapeutics that come with just writing, at the same time wonder if I could channel that energy into something valuable to the people or for myself. On some days, there isn't much to say, only a bit overwhelmed by the pure passion in a sense. I realize that if I'm to Blogg for the soul, it needs to be of the greatest quality. I need maybe only t...