I'm supposed to be writing here but sometimes I don't feel like writing.

It's odd when you look back down the trail you have come up and see it doesn't look the same as it did from the other end. Then you look ahead and wonder where the next part of the trail will lead you.
It seems that the trail never leads where you thought it would or passes the scenery you thought it should.

Children I knew are all grown, then I look in the mirror and I don't recognize the face looking back at me. I know it's mine, even if it's not truly me.

It's a start

So I create a blog and for what reason? To tell the truth I am not sure, but here is the begining of a journey.
Once years ago I lived and breathed the written word, it flowed from my soul like a river of sound. I'm looking for it now the river that seems to be gone, the sound I can no longer hear. A fickle muse? the drudgery of life? the creeping of age? or just an ill used talent lost and buried? Whatever the reason it is as it is and so now I find myself creating a blog to force, no encourage the river to flow again.

I may fill this blog with stories of my past or whimsical thoughts, I may write of things I experience in a day. It is open, the page is blank, my pencil sharp, what comes now....we will see.