Hello, You

Ah, I had almost forgotten my password to access you, Little Blog. How are you?

I am fine, thank you.

I am only visiting you as I have time to kill while waiting for my facebook video to upload. You are but a secondary notion to my ever changing life now, you know. Don't be too insulted, for honesty is of value.

I am thinking, today, that I am among the most fortunate of women. Though I have yet to put my face on, am wearing my Superman blue footed socks and a dirty apron, I cannot think of one place I'd rather be right now than where I am. Ahh, the silence of my home, the sun warming the cold laminate floors, the canyon out my windows, separating me from a town that holds such significance in my life. Homemade chili in the crockpot, homemade cookies scattered all over the table, a lunch date at Idaho Pizza, the smile from a feverish little face, the soft nudges of a bunny who cradles in my arms like a little baby....the sound of the trees clapping all around me, the vibrant colors of the leaves taking flight through the air, the crispness of a fall morning much like the crispness of biting into a fresh-from-the-tree apple, the peace of my new neighborhood and quiet of others that enjoy the simpler things in life, a call from one of my Morning Family Gym-Goers from last year (I didn't realize just how much of a connection could be made from regualr early mornings with other sweaty people--I underestimated the power of the human spirit, needing connectivity to others; lasting connectivity)...haunting memories starting to silence and settle into the dust, their powers over me weakening like a frail man on his death bed, deeper wells of mercy, richer flavors of grace, nights of sweet sleep, demons demoted from stalking the dark corners of my life... A very nice home, food for my tummy, clothes on my back, $200 boots on my feet, healing for my soul, ones who love me near to me:

I am among the most fortunate of women.