BWG

When I first started this blogue so many moons ago, I promised myself I would take the good advice of Tiffany Elektra X, who espoused the concept of Blogging Without Guilt. With BWG, you post when you are moved to do so, not out of obligation. Some people, like Terri Windling, post nearly every day, and their content remains rich and meaningful. Others post a lot and it devolves fairly quickly into what I feared my own blogue might become, a lonely voice in the wilderness speaking to an audience of one. Or a platform for pontificating (Pope Lunaea Explains It All for You). Or a place to post pictures of my cats, not that there's anything wrong with that and here's one just to prove it.

Today, though, I just wanted to say hello. A postcard from my planetary chair to you in yours. Looking out my window I see rampant blackberry invaders in my neighbor's yard pushing at the already-leaning fence. I see fast-blowing froths of clouds across a pale blue sky. I think of how I love the wind and remind myself that going outside from time to time is a Good Thing and more likely to wake me up than another cup of tea (Brodies Edinburgh this morning.) I give thanks. I try not to fret. I look for hopeful signs amidst the chaos. I listen to the optimistic and faith-filled voices that speak out against the forces of darkness. I find ageless truths in reading and viewing fantasy: evil can be defeated by true hearts, magic is real, and allies give strength. I light my candle. I play with the cats. I get back to work.