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~the rain.
pelting upon the window pane.
the birds.
still gathering at the feeder.
they knew no difference.

the house seemed stagnant amidst everything happening outside her presence.~

Alrighty then.
Just a quick note
I’ve been busy with LezbianConnection.com
It’s progressing slowly.
Such an undaunting but utterly blissful way to pass my time.

My writings.
My mind is so full of words, and sentences, and more words, yes and let’s not forget the umpteen zillion thoughts that carry me around making me feel like a balloon in the wind.

Whew.
That was a lil bit.

If anyone has any time and would like to help me with the re-birth of LezbianConnection.com again.
Yes.
Again.
Just send me a lil note or contact me via LezbianConnection.com.

Thanks for all that are enjoying my papers and such.
TTY in a lil bit 🙂

And by the by.

An article directory for alesbianwriter.com is out of the question.

Way to much negativty pertaining to the owning and operating of one.

Maybe I’ll just go ahead and let users submit posts etc here?

Just a thought.

Namaste 🙂

Today I wrote..finally.

Geez.
It’s been like forever since I sat down and wrote something.
I’ve had alot on my plate lately and have very ofen contemplated about writing, but it just never seemed that I allowed the time to make this happen.

Writing is like a breath of fresh air it seems.
As if my whole body just exhales and I can fall complacently upon my desk and breathe in again as my head lay plastered there on my desktop.

I’ve thought long and hard about past relationships.
I’ve thought long and hard about family.
I’ve thought long and hard about ex’s that have passed.
I’ve thought long and hard about family that has passed.
I’ve thought long and hard about my Napoleon.
I’ve thought long and hard about my life and where I’m at in this great complexity of a fish bowl analogy.

I have wondered about the people that have passed.
Their relationships with those others.
Do they still continue?
Have my brother’s had a longer relationship with my nana and grandpa then I, considering that they are all passed now?
And my ex’s.
Can they really see me from above?
Probably not, but can they sense how I feel?
Is this why orbs exist?
Is this why doves appear at my door?

Existentialism.
A big word.
Alot, alot, alot of connotations.
Are you a philosopher now?
Do you just like to shoot the shit at whatif’s?

Isn’t God a much, much bigger word?

The skies here in California seem to always be blue.

The ocean here in California.
This great majestic beauty of strength.
Is timid at times.

People walking, talking, laughing, smiling.
People yelling, crying, arguing, fighting.

Life.
Just where to begin to write your memoirs?