My Blog Has My Back

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The reason I write a Blog may not be the standard of why other writers write a Blog.  I have been writing for most of my life.  Most of my writings have ended up on scrap paper, napkins, post-it-notes and lined paper notebooks.  I pretty much was just writing for myself and these forms seemed OK to me.  Then, in early 2000 I joined a poetry writing group.  Because of this I finally started to use the word processor program of my computer which gave me a digital record of my writings.  I no longer needed to keep loose papers with my words scrawled all over them.  I was thrilled, I was able to keep files of my writings without the actual physical files cluttering up my home office.  Plus, I could easily print out any of my writings and doubly plus (and most important to me) my writings were safely ensconced in these digital records inside my computer.

OR SO I THOUGHT!  All of a sudden, out of the blue, one day the worst thing that can happen to a computer happened to my laptop.  IT CRASHED!!!!!.  Yep, completely gave up the ghost and died.  I was now without my “trusty companion” (I can’t tell you how many hours I spent daily on my laptop).  I had no way to access the internet and horrors upon horrors I had no way to access my “safe” files of writing.  Oh my files were safe all right!  Safely tucked into the digital insides of my laptop with no way to get to them as long as my computer would not start.  And no, I was not smart enough to make a backup of my files.  So, there I was, lost with no way back except to get another laptop and start over.

Thank goodness the IT guy at my work was able to save my files from my hard drive and install them on my new laptop.  All was not lost!  I was up and running on the internet and happily wordprocessing again.  I still had all my writings available to me and all was well.  That is until this second laptop crashed and died.

Did I learn my lesson the first time.  Nope!  I didn’t!  I did not backup my files so when computer death came again I was completely out of luck. I was so out of luck this time even my hard drive could not give me access to my writing files.  However, even tough I did not backup my files on a flash drive I had at least made a print out of every one of my writings which filled a thick binder.  I had not lost my writings after all.  They were in physical form and not digital.  Again, I was content.

Fast forward to moving day.  I packed up my writing binders where I could keep them with me as the moving guys loaded all my furniture and belongings to be stored for a couple of months.  I safely put my binders in the cab of the moving truck and off we went to the storage place.  Little did I know that my binders would get lost never for me to see again.  My writings were gone.  Everything I had written in the way of poems and short stories for the last 10 years was gone.

I moved on.  There was nothing I could do.  My only consolation was that I guess I no longer needed my writings I had tried so hard to keep with me.  I moved on and started over.  Only this time my decision to start writing again was made not only from a creative decision it was made from a very practical one as well.  I was going to start a blog and my blog was going to be the “safety deposit box” that held my work.  OK!  I now knew what I was going to do for the safety of my writing, but, I didn’t have a clue as to where or how I would start a Blog.  Enter WordPress.

I had learned about WordPress when I lived in San Jose, California.  At that time I worked on developing a WordPress Blog with a friend of mine for her environmental concerns about Ecuador.  I was super impressed with WordPress.  So, when I moved here to Las Cruces, New Mexico with the loss of my writings still stinging me I decided to try out WordPress for myself.

Voila!  I soon had a Blog up and running.  (For a Luddite like me that is quite a feat).  I was thrilled because not only was I writing again I was also “collecting” my writings.  I was collecting my writings to never be lost again.  I realized that no matter what happened to my computer or computers (in case I have to get another if this current one does the “dive”) my writings would always be safe.  With a Blog I have a way to store my writings safely.  Through this Content Management System (CMS) I will always have access to what I write.  I am tremendously happy that my Blog has my back and that my writings have their own “security blanket” located on the world-wide web. This need for a “security blanket” was definitely my main reason for starting and writing my Blog.  Having a space for journaling is important as well and sharing with people who come to my Blog is a great extra for me.

What a relief this is!!!!!!  What a blessing!

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The Patience Angel

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The patience angel is with me again today.  She is whispering in my ear “Please wait and write a poem instead of writing your post on ‘From The City Of Holy Cross To The City Of The Crosses.’ ”

Something tells me that my muse and the patience angel are working together to guide my writing today.  To tell you the truth I’m not ready to write my post on the Crosses.  I need to do more research in order to get some facts down.  This may sound like procrastination, but, it really isn’t.  When my posts are strictly about my musings I can write directly about the subject at hand.  However, when my post includes musings as well as some structured facts then I have to spend time in the research mode and not just rely on creatively writing.  Hmmmmm. This sounds more and more like the collaboration of my muse and the patience angel to get me to slow down and “smell the roses” before I venture forth with my Crosses historical and current day tour dialogue.  And so I will follow my muse and the patience angel’s lead.  I will post the poem that unfolded this weekend in front of my mind.

THE PATIENCE ANGEL

There is an angel on my shoulder

She is always near and with me

both night and day

My constant companion

She brings me peace

She softens and guides

my every way

She teaches me

She leads me

to live my life from greed

The patience angel shows me

God won’t give what I want

God gives what I need

This gift is from above

and heaven sent

She whispers in my ear

If I’m smart and wise I will follow

these directions very closely

To live my life fully without any fear

©2014 Merriam Kathaleen

 

 

 

 

 

While I Patiently Await My Muse

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I decided to write this post while I patiently await the words to come  tumbling forth for my post about the crosses.  Oh Boy!  Here’s that patience angel again.  I am writing about the differences and similarities of my original hometown Santa Cruz, California (Holy Cross) and my new hometown Las Cruces, New Mexico (The Crosses).  While I am writing about the obvious, the crosses, I am also writing about so much more.  Yes, even though my words about the crosses and so much more are not physically being written down in a post, I definitely am writing the post in my mind.  I am patiently awaiting my muse to speak to me, to join me in the dance of words that are pirouetting within my writers mind.  Has this ever happened to you?  You are working on writing and the words come together in your mind and while those words gel within you and before you get them written down you get the urge to write on a completely different topic.  Well, that is exactly what is going on with me.  I’m working on what words to bring together about the crosses and the so much more while I am writing this post.  I call this percolating my muse’s coffee.  Even though I don’t drink coffee anymore I can still percolate it for my muse.

As I percolate about the crosses and the so much more I realize that I am practicing patience.  How about that?  The patience angel just pops up in front of me as I think I am writing a post.  She tells me nope, you are not writing this particular post.  Instead, you are going to write about having the patience to let the words dance around in your mind first before you actually write them down.  Yesterday I started to write my post “From The City Of Holy Cross To The City Of The Crosses” thinking I would finish it.  I was completely wrong about that plan.  I realized that I needed more time to write about the crosses and the so much more. Instead of a historical and contemporary tour dialogue of the Crosses Cities I decided to write a post about why I was taking my time to write it.

I’m learning just because I wanted to dance with my muse it doesn’t always mean that will happen.  My muse is telling me “Let’s listen to the music a bit longer before we begin the dance”.