Here where the fat gets fleshed from the meat, the meat fleshed from the bone. I like to call it how I see it. *grins*
I love discourse. Even if it’s just with myself. The process is important to me. These pages are for figuring it out. It’s about anything and everything. And whatever comes to mind.
“The time has come,” the Walrus said,
“To talk of many things:
Of shoes–and ships–and sealing-wax–
Of cabbages–and kings–
And why the sea is boiling hot–
And whether pigs have wings.”*
Because I feel like her sometimes, yanno. Alice. Down the rabbit hole. Sometimes confused. Awkward. Growing and shrinking. Looking in the mirror.
What I’m striving for is a place for introspection.
A place for writing…trying it out, figuring what works and what doesn’t.
A place that’s not so organized, not so structured.
A place to play.
*Lewis Carroll, From Through the Looking Glass and What Alice Found There, 1872
Header Photo: Caron’s Thanksgiving Adventure visiting her Daughter in Montrose Colorado. How can you not love this view of the Colorado Rockies? US 285, Nathrop, Colorado. © December 6, 2014.