Who knew??

As I look back on the past few years, I can tell you that writing has been (and very definitely continues to be) a great therapy for me; none moreso than this little Blog. For those who question the wisdom of the vulnerability this Blog subjects the writer and its readers to, those who read and participate here do so voluntarily. There is a certain current which flows through the words found here that reminds me very much of a previous job I had. People may first come here on a whim, or comment because they are a writing friend. But, why do people return, time after time?

I want to think it is because they find something here that they might not find anywhere else. Comfort, or acceptance, or even just a tidbit or two of friendship have all been given as a reason for continued participation on this continuing journey. Life happens here. Sometimes it is mine. But, sometimes it is the life of a friend or fellow journeyman that makes us all stop for a moment, and just BE here. Time travels, it seems in a distinct circle. Some go away for a time, yet I see them come back. That really makes me happy. They contribute so very much to this group of travelers. New friends have been made, and old friends return. Sadly, some have moved away from this journey for personal or other reasons.

As amazing as it might seem, one of the reasons some of those friends have moved away is due to their own health. As you all know, we have lost dearly beloved members of late, many of whom were appreciative readers or contributors of this Blog. Their journeys complete, and their victories won, they have laid down the quill of ink and taken up the scroll of Gold. At least, that's the way I choose to look at things. I miss them. I also remember them, every time I dare put fingers to words. Their lives resonate here. That is a good thing.

Some friends, I find at different places on the internet, surprised to see them. Others remain distant and quiet, lurking yet letting me feel their presence when sometimes I need it so very much. I am attuned to my own needs, and feel a sense of loss every time I cannot make a day (or a month) blue. I want so badly to have something to say, yet it is in the hour of the "golden silence" sometimes that the most is said. Thankfully, it has not yet been an occasion of "the long night of the soul", but there have been a few times when I thought it might be for me.

So, having considered and pondered, muddled and puzzled about this, I have decided that those who answer the question have best the right to be correct. More than any other comment, it is the " therapeutic value" that wins the poll. That's just fine with me, and I am glad that some can find healing therapy here. It's not mine, but it surely is welcome any time, to any reader (or writer), for any reason. "Life happens here." That's about my favorite comment of all.

Yes, life happens here. In every conceivable color, timbre, texture and quality. I think I love that the very best of all. In the process, I do remain,

In His Care,

Budroe