Element

I long

To root the earth
under my feet
To grasp the wind
between my fingers
To savour the rain
on my tounge

I long to belong
To return

Courage My Love

Courage my love
Your guide in the darkest hours
In harsh cold winters
When winds screech and silence howl
In fortitude of life to come

Courage my love
To raise your voice in defence
Of the weak and the oppressed
When it seems safer to
Simply sit down in silence

Courage my love
To face your greatest weaknesses
And your deepest fears
When denial and pretending
Seems the easier thing to do

Courage my love
To accept and share your greatness
So that others may celebrate
The gift that you are
In the lives of those you love

No One Cares About Your Blog

I don't fancy myself a blogger, and I don't really care about reading other people's blogs. Honestly, I find the whole notion of intentionally jotting down the intimate details of one's personal life for the voyeuristic reading pleasure of others, pretty self-conceited and repulsive.

So am I being a hypocrite? Perhaps so. In my defense however, this blog is not meant for people I know, or don't know for that matter, to read. My life is not a tabloid or an open page for public consumption. I just need somewhere to record my thoughts, and committing them to pen and paper where they might be found seems foolhardy - and I speak from experience.

The security of the digital environment where my entries will be safely hidden in digital oblivion is thus a truly comforting thought. Anomy has its merits.

Do I care then that no one reads my blog?