Angel Whispers

Hello...Is it me you're looking for?

I remember the day I started my second blog and how I stated I had no idea where life would lead me. What a journey it has been, beyond anything I could have imagined. God never gives you more than you can handle is something I debate on a daily basis, but here I am and a much more vulnerable, flaky and frailer person. I don't know whether a new blog is a good idea. There are few readers left here, but I just don't feel safe exposed in the cost free blogging world out there. WDC may be expensive, peculiar and difficult to navigate, but somehow it's home and the place I keep returning to with my broken heart and dreams.

My first two blog titles have culinary implications and I wanted to continue that theme. But so many things have changed and I have had so many strange and wonderful experiences amongst the pain. I wanted a title that would encompass food and spirituality. I researched and discovered there is actually a recipe for a cake called Angel Whispers. I like that on many levels.

I have many things to write about. I have an annoying and exhausting manic energy which I don't particularly like, but it's preferable to lying down in a darkened room. Maybe grief gives us an overdose of adrenaline, but I'm sure it will fade in time and I may crash completely. But one day at a time has been my motto for a long time and yet again fate has decreed that is all I can do.

I am now ready to work on the novel I have never been able to complete before. I just pray to put my affairs in order and complete my book, be it a success or a failure. I am not scared of life or death any longer. I am grieving. I have complete meltdowns and question why I am still here, now alone with no obvious purpose. But there are no answers to these questions. Faith will keep me going for the moment, but of course I have not lost my cynical, sarcastic heads and have no intentions of abandoning them. I am me, you are you and no matter how few readers I have, I will return here when I can and when I feel like writing. Now I must retire to bed. It's late, I am exhausted but I needed to give birth to this new blog before retiring. Tomorrow is another day...