the littlest bit of color

pink trike                                     pink heather

the fewest of words

reading back on my early entries
I realize I used to write on this blog
journal
I was just writing for me
and maybe a few people I'd never know
who by chance stumbled onto this page

then I gradually became aware of people that I knew
reading my words
and were curious enough to continue to stumble back

freaked me out a little...

yet what did I expect?!??!

so I haven't been talking so much lately
life has been conveniently busy

and somehow I feel my life is not my own to tell anymore

I've let pictures fill the space

but something is missing
quiet times
reflections
caught thoughts

all held in a special place
right here