My newest adventure is underway. It has lead me to take up residency in a new blog,
Like the Feathers of an Arrow (affectionately known as LFA).

...don't open...don't throw away... is not disappearing completely (not yet),
but postings here will be limited.

Sunday, July 6, 2014

1 Another One Bites the Dust

The End
: P

On March 17, 2013, I made the decision to say goodbye (or sort of goodbye) to this site.  I decided it was time to start anew.  While I had been thinking about it for awhile, an unique event occurred; I finished my first notebook ever.  I have always been entranced by notebooks...have more than I need...have even written in a few.  This, however, was the first time I had managed to continually write and make it to the end.  Shortly after, I began two new adventures...a new blog and a new notebook.

Today (July 6, 2014), marks the second notebook that I will be retiring, having filled it quite well.  It took me quite a bit longer to fill this notebook, but the important part is that I did finish it.  I was amazed the first time this happened...astounded as I sit here staring at the last page of yet another ending.  And so tomorrow (or the next day or the next) begins another journey with a new notebook.

Anyway, I was so...for lack of a better word...impressed that I needed to write about.  And where better to share the news than on the site that began it all.

Thursday, March 20, 2014

1 Just Over a Year Ago

I made the decision on March 17, 2013 to close the doors on this blog.  It was not an easy decision, but I felt I was in a place where ...don't open...don't throw away... had filled it's the notebook I finished (the first I have ever filled from start to end) on March 13 of the same year. 

I did not go "cold-turkey;" instead, I threw up an occasional post (11 total) since making the decision.  Nor have I stopped writing, though I have had moments of "quiet" since that I wasn't sure I'd make my way out of...but I did.  On March 19, 2013, I started a new notebook; on March 21st, I started a new blog (Like the Feathers of an Arrow).

Since I have a thing for year reflections, I thought I'd return for a moment and...reflect.

There are a couple of things that in closing this blog have been left unfinished.  Number 1 on the list is With Just a Touch, a story that started out quite unexpectedly...which in my head has had a conclusion for quite sometime prior to the last post for the piece.  Then there is Diary of an Anorexic Love Life, which while I haven't quite given up on, I just haven't given much thought to.

I also admit that my mood as of late makes me wonder if I was premature in thinking this space had filled its purpose.  I miss my ramblings a bit.  I manage them occasional on my new site, but not in the same fashion as they were used here.  My "Two Brains" continue to battle one another with me caught in the middle.

hmm....I think that is enough reflection...while I think looking back on occasions is good for the soul, it is also important to look to the future and live in the moment.  That being said....

Monday, January 27, 2014

3 teardrop (part 3)

She is still the most hauntingly beautiful entity...

poster artwork entitled
"Teardrop" by Paul Hogg

In my second post on this poster that dons my wall and continually captures my eye, I stated, "before writing the post, i tried to do a little research to see if (a) i could find this poster somewhere still for sale or (b) find more by Paul Hogg.  my attempts were fruitless."  Well...

a most interesting thing happened this past week.  I received a comment on my first "teardrop" post by none other than the artist. 

In addition, (after he managed to hunt down the original artwork) he reached out to me on Facebook.

What have I learned?  Well...the poster I located and posted in the "teardrop (part 2)" was a follow up to this piece in response to the demand on the above pictured piece.  So while not part of a series, as one earlier commenter mentioned, it did not stand completely alone.  I also learned that Paul Hogg's work nowadays does different quite a bit from this piece (