I'm starting a blog because I need an outlet, a creative one, and I like writing letters, so I'm trying the blog. I probably won't tell anyone, at least for a while. I almost didn't even start it tonight, but I opened the bottle, so I need to finish the drink. Literally.
I read a little something from Madeleine L'engle about ten minutes before writing this: "The moment of inspiration does not come to someone who lolls around expecting the gift to be free. It is no giveaway. It is the pearl for which we have to pay a great price, the price of intense loneliness, the price of that vulnerability which often allows us to be hurt . . . "
I don't have many expectations for this venture, but vulnerability is one of them. It's ok, I'm not as fragile as I seem.
