IN TIME

Pardon the absence but lately blogging has felt quite, well, unnecessary. Too much care spent finding words that will not offend, call out, identify only to arrive at the decision that the time could be better spent. Revisions, poems, daydreams and planning, learning, reading, experimenting. The personal journal, the one by the bedside, a safer home for dreams and wishes. I suppose I will, sooner or later, be un-linked if that is such a term. You know, the undoing process when people take you off their favorites list cause you just don't spill your guts enough. Oh well. I can only wonder about people who have the time and inclination to blog and link and link to blogs and link to links every...single...day.

Wonderful time spent this weekend with friends both old and new. Discovery of a sisterfriend from New York with locs long enough to sit upon (10 years! you go girl) and neat as neat can be. A writer, a thinker, a mother, a poet, a visionary. Thank God you are here. It was so nice to meet you (again?)

Wonderful poems, something new in the reflection on what is now the third "loc" trip. Two days shy of two months in this process and not one regret.

Slow but very steady progress on the revisions. Careful, careful selection of words. Rampant turning of pages in the thesaurus. Every sentence, every word must count lest it be thrown away. Slow but steady.

Decision to celebrate Kwanzaa for the first time and to create our own family traditions. Each Friday leading up to Christmas will be craft night and scattered throughout the month there will be other themes -- Song Night, Tasty Treat Night (baking goodies) -- and every night leading up to Christmas, one book simply wrapped that they must "find" sort of like a "Scavenger Book Hunt" all relating in some way to the real meaning of Christmas. This is a must if I am to save myself from the depression this season often brings (read: sickening consumerism).

Enough for now. Sleep beckons.

Be Good,
ANGEL