I've just returned from 8 days in Edinburgh, following my quest to find my way after Alan. I'm starting this new blog because the other one is so wrapped up in our life together I just can't write there anymore, and I really miss my blog writing.
So, this will be a beginnning, an exploration, a search for a path where just my feet will leave prints. Hopefully, as time goes by, I will find some peace, some answers, and maybe just a bit more wisdom.
While in Scotland, I bought a book at Anthropologie--an amazingly cool store--by Victoria Alexander, an Aussie. It's called One and was just exactly the perfect book, not just for my long, lonely jet-lagged nights for something to read, but because of her words. (My sister said that strange things come your way when you're grieving: people, messages, objects, support. She's right.)
It's a beautiful book--almost a work of art--and filled with fabulous photographs Victoria has taken from her travels all over the world. Her message however is about being a One and being okay with it...in fact loving it. I'm so not at that stage by any means, but I could really appreciate her thoughts, photos and ideas for achieving such a life.
And oddly, of all the wonderful objects, clothes, and books in the shop that day, this one caught my attention for some reason. It was way up on a shelf, not easily reached, and I have no idea why it called to me...but I'm very glad it did.
I am going to attempt NaNo again this year--see my new widget and word counter over there on the right. I loved winning in 2009, and came so close last November, that I must try again for 2011. Besides, it's crazy fun and keeps my mind occupied when my thoughts/sorrows overwhelm me.
Well, as I am terribly sick, from some plague that was recycling on the airplane while flying home, I must go lie down for a nap before I keel over. Stay tuned. With any luck I'll be back...