Dear Friends,
This is a letter of new beginnings, or wrapping up a life well lived. Perhaps, I'm romanticizing my life by saying well lived. For sure it was lived, survived, sometimes thrived, a lot of times contented, chaotic in chunks most definitely. I suppose that's how everyone's lives are.
I'm an optimist.
I hope to highlight the good in life, but I'm not going to make any major declarations on this project. Ha, that's something I love to do. I'm going to do this and that. I promise to write everyday. Even though, I really mean it when I say that, and I really want to with all my heart.
I won't.
If you believe that it's certain I will disappoint you. So, I put forth no expectations, and I probably shouldn't even call this a project.
If you have happened along, welcome. I love that pink door picture at the top of the page. I really would like to know what's behind it. Who lives there? What do they do? How do they live? Houses fascinate me and spark my curiosity.
It's funny how much I adore that pink door. I've never been a fan of pink before and lately, I can't get enough. I mean I liked it on people, I didn't hate it, but it wasn't a choice of color I would choose for anything.
"Pink has always been a color in transition, and so have social attitudes towards it," said Valerie Steele, editor of the recently published book "Pink: The History of a Punk, Pretty, Powerful Color," in a phone interview.
The above paragraph is a quote from an article. The color pink: a cultural history.
I'm in transition like the color pink. No, I don't mean this in a doom and gloom way. It's just well, I"m entering the crone phase. If I'm honest, I've been there awhile, just been in denial. I'm embracing it now and all the wild, feral and guttural magic that comes along with it.
This is a letter of new beginnings, or wrapping up a life well lived. Perhaps, I'm romanticizing my life by saying well lived. For sure it was lived, survived, sometimes thrived, a lot of times contented, chaotic in chunks most definitely. I suppose that's how everyone's lives are.
I'm an optimist.
I hope to highlight the good in life, but I'm not going to make any major declarations on this project. Ha, that's something I love to do. I'm going to do this and that. I promise to write everyday. Even though, I really mean it when I say that, and I really want to with all my heart.
I won't.
If you believe that it's certain I will disappoint you. So, I put forth no expectations, and I probably shouldn't even call this a project.
If you have happened along, welcome. I love that pink door picture at the top of the page. I really would like to know what's behind it. Who lives there? What do they do? How do they live? Houses fascinate me and spark my curiosity.
It's funny how much I adore that pink door. I've never been a fan of pink before and lately, I can't get enough. I mean I liked it on people, I didn't hate it, but it wasn't a choice of color I would choose for anything.
"Pink has always been a color in transition, and so have social attitudes towards it," said Valerie Steele, editor of the recently published book "Pink: The History of a Punk, Pretty, Powerful Color," in a phone interview.
The above paragraph is a quote from an article. The color pink: a cultural history.
I'm in transition like the color pink. No, I don't mean this in a doom and gloom way. It's just well, I"m entering the crone phase. If I'm honest, I've been there awhile, just been in denial. I'm embracing it now and all the wild, feral and guttural magic that comes along with it.
The yellow door above is another entryway I'd love to cross. This one has stairs. Does it lead to a gothic garden filled will magical plants and animals before you get in the house?
Do the inhabitants have margaritas and conga lines on full moons? Or is it dilapidated and the yellow door a ruse to keep nosy relatives, or county officials away?
If'n you choose to come along with me, there will be many talks on houses, food, and people. People, people and more people.
There is much to say, and like I said I'm feeling emboldened to talk. Besides my husband and sons, and wonderful critters, I suppose this will be my legacy.
I feel a strong urge to make sure before I leave this world it's known I WAS HERE. Just like all those daring folks who write on underpasses, bridges and cliffs, "Kelly was here."
I'm also hoping in some small way I leave this world better than when I arrived. I'm not sure how to do that other than tell stories.
Till next time.
Love,
Kelly
Do the inhabitants have margaritas and conga lines on full moons? Or is it dilapidated and the yellow door a ruse to keep nosy relatives, or county officials away?
If'n you choose to come along with me, there will be many talks on houses, food, and people. People, people and more people.
There is much to say, and like I said I'm feeling emboldened to talk. Besides my husband and sons, and wonderful critters, I suppose this will be my legacy.
I feel a strong urge to make sure before I leave this world it's known I WAS HERE. Just like all those daring folks who write on underpasses, bridges and cliffs, "Kelly was here."
I'm also hoping in some small way I leave this world better than when I arrived. I'm not sure how to do that other than tell stories.
Till next time.
Love,
Kelly