I am back at the Lucky Dog Ranch, the place that made me whole again, the place that is bittersweet in its beauty. It is Saturday night and I am sitting in front of an 8 foot window looking out at a green meadow, a pond with geese visiting, and in the distance, the southern edge of the rugged San Juans. It is truly beautiful and it makes me feel at peace.
I have spent much of the week reading other blogs, trying to figure out the tech part of blogging, contemplating money-making schemes. And in the end, on Saturday night, I realize that this blog has nothing to do with income nor flash. It has only to do with my desire to write of my experiences, for an audience of one. Me. It might be that someone else might find this of some vague interest but for the most part it is just a part of me that I wish to share with the part of me that I often tuck away into the dark.
Many of the blogs I have looked at as I started to develop my own are written by fabulous writers from the East and the West coasts. They are full of worthwhile information, inspiring images and words. I enjoy them and admire their authors. But I am here only to share what I know and to enjoy the process of sharing. Whether it is only me or someone else comes along for the ride, it doesn’t matter.
I am reminded, continually, that while we are all connected, we are all very different. My experiences are far different from those who have had fabulous careers, vocations more lofty, experiences far more exciting. Yet, I am grateful for my own journey, for what it’s worth, as it has been and continues to be, delightful. I wouldn’t trade it for a New York minute.
So here continues my blog……my story……my joys…..my sorrows….my life. For me. And anyone else who wants to come along.