Hello there. I’m pausing for a moment in the flow of all the things I’m creating to note an anniversary of sorts.
On July 7, 2015, I launched this blog so I’d have a place to put my grief for my dying dog, Coyote, who quietly and patiently taught me more about grace than any human ever could. Nearly two and a half years later, I’m still (sporadically) writing about the things that are important to me, the things that amuse me, the things that catch my attention. And now, I’m also preparing to use it as a place to put my gratitude to and for another dog, with whom I embarked on one of the most exciting adventures of a brave new life we were creating together. That dog — my vibrant, goofy, enthusiastic, loving boy — my Bodhi — is also gone. But before he left me, he joyfully inspired me to start living the life I once only imagined.
So, the anniversary: This is my 100th post in a blog that’s as strange and unfocused as the mind that produced all that writing — more like a high school variety show than a serious literary undertaking.
And I’m not only okay with that strangeness, I celebrate it.
Because, dammit, I’m writing. And that’s what I was meant to do, in whatever form my Muse sees fit to forcibly drag out of me.
So raise your glass and toast along with me: To madness and musings and misadventures. To haiku and hilarity and horse-hockey. To love and laughter and loss. To all the things that make us know we’re alive.
To Small Conceits! Happy 100th, you reckless child of my heart.
November 9, 2017 at 10:36 am
Congrats on your blogaversary! It in addition to your incredible talent to express yourself, I also enjoy the randomness and unpredictability of your writing….God forbid that you become boring and predictable. Don’t know if you’re looking for encouragement….you don’t impress as someone who needs that, but I for one am voting for another 100 entry installment of Small Conceits. And while I’m at it, I’ll try to catch up with some I’ve missed. Hugs to you, my friend.
November 9, 2017 at 4:06 pm
Thank you, Lowell. I’m afraid there’s no cure for my randomness and unpredictability, so I’ll just have to carry on. Hugs to you!