Dear Family and Friends- I know that I haven't posted for a while...most of you know about Scott, but I wanted to let you know a little of what happened. Today, I am doing okay. Tomorrow, I will be back to work. The night before Scott passed, I sent in my paperwork to join up with BlogHer.com, a blogging network that will give my blog more exposure. I wouldn't want anyone to think that this is an attempt to "move on", but I do need to "move forward". Please don't think that I am abandoning my grief. Think of it as if I had a regular job (if you know of anyone hiring, let me know!) and that there are bills that will need to be paid. I have been blogging for almost 2 years now. Scott never understood why I loved to blog. He would ask me what I got out of it. I really just loved to do it. It was something that I decided to try on a monthly basis, just in case I didn't stick with it. Now...I think I was being prepared to earn a living, or maybe at least suppliment it. I hope that you have enjoyed coming to my website. If you do, you can continue to support me by clicking through to my website - there will be advertisements on my pages, and the more people that go there, the better my chances for earning a living through my ideas and writing. Thanks to all for your prayers, love and kindnesses. It helps me to continue on. Thank you, thank you, thank you, with all my heart!
CHILD of the pure unclouded brow And dreaming eyes of wonder! Though time be fleet, and I and thou Are half a life asunder, Thy loving smile will surely hail The love-gift of a fairy-tale. I have not seen thy sunny face, Nor heard thy silver laughter; No thought of me shall find a place In thy young life's hereafter — Enough that now thou wilt not fail To listen to my fairy-tale. A tale begun in other days, When summer suns were glowing — A simple chime, that served to time The rhythm of our rowing — Whose echoes live in memory yet, Though envious years would say 'forget' Come, hearken then, ere voice of dread, With bitter tidings laden, Shall summon to unwelcome bed A melancholy maiden! We are but older children, dear, Who fret to find our bedtime near. Without, the frost, the blinding snow, The storm-wind's moody madness — Within, the firelight's ruddy glow And childhood's nest of gladness. The magic words shall hold thee fast: Thou shalt not heed the raving blast. And though the shadow of a sigh May tremble through the story, For 'happy summer days' gone by, And vanish'd summer glory — It shall not touch with breath of bale The pleasance of our fairy-tale. Lewis Carroll Aren't the illustrations fabulous? I love all things
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