Apprehension about exposing the mussiness of my mind to the world is reason enough for the dilatory start of this venture originally meant to be my own private anonymous outlet to assuage the urge to compose extended epistles to the unwitting with prolix verbosity, assuming there existed interest from anyone in anything I have to add anyway. But lo and behold, it is no longer anonymous as I have allowed entry to two readers, both friends, one old and one new.
Faye, as she already is aware of the deep, dark recesses of my mind, but trusts me with her children anyway and is not frightened when I disappear for hours with her very precious Olivia. She is the inspiration for this brainchild and has added herself to my readers since she was instrumental in its provenance. My beautiful, funny Faye, ever encouraging, assures me that once I hit the “Post It” button – I will find it easier to continue exposing the pastiche of my excogitations (one for Tamer).
The second soul who has willingly subjected himself to the aberrations of my mind is my wondrous friend, Tamer, in whose honor I have chosen his suggested name for this opus – ensuring that I will have him in my thoughts each time I return to it. Also, he has been a pain in the butt requesting the link, therefore to quell the roaring beast, I have acquiesced to his demand. So now I have to say something really nice about him – but that is the easiest thing in the world to do.
Tamer, who with thaumaturgical ability sends a hug whenever I need one and has been a constant steady beacon ; who often unknowingly, has put the wind beneath my wings miraculously when I have found myself hanging ever so tenuously by a thread, even when I was being a smartass and appeared “scornful” and “desperate”. I now feel him in my heart at all times – even when he is busy and can’t reach out with his special touch of internet-lingo-filled messages. His electronically sent embraces have been a steady comfort and he always makes me smile, even sometimes break into a loud deep laugh. I cried once, though, when he, not understanding the language of “smart ass”, felt hurt in his heart and I thought I had lost him, but he trusted me enough to give me a second chance for which I am ever so grateful. He is the best friend of my heart as I am of his.
That’s all for today but at least it is a start. More to follow in my current mood of feeling overwhelming gratitude for a multitude of friends.
u asked for an instant comment but i ve just got online to check what s happening on cyberspace..
sorry..
i find an exaggerated kind of compliment in ur post hon but take it as it is, considering all the words written as the reflections of a clear&clean heart deep enough to establish a heartline between two souls far but close enough to make the special “love” in-beween..
things start when we think it s all over sometimes..and “morus nigra” will ignite some unexplored feelings and sensations on this very special common ground..