…Oh My, WORDS!
I started this blog with the express purpose of helping people by sharing my experiences with mobility equipment and our remodel. I’m starting to realize that this corner could be….might be….can be a refuge for me – a place to be the me most people don’t see and a place to carefully express the multitude of thoughts that I want to share from the corners of my being. And so, I’m going to go with that and see where it takes me, and you by default. Whether or not anyone reads it actually might not even matter, but what if this acts as an avenue to express the deep-seated feelings that sit like sleeping jumping beans in my soul? Might it lead to a state of wellness not before experienced? As they say, there’s only one way to find out.
But where does it fit here on my blog set up as a car on life’s road? Where would one find the heart of a car? Aside from “Herbie” in The Love Bug and the talking Trans Am in the television series “Knight Rider”, I haven’t come across cars that show any signs of personality or even a hint of soul. Sure, people name their cars and attribute personalities to them, but they don’t actually breathe…or do they? Perhaps the carburetor, but that would better match lungs in a human body. Alignment?…no, that’s more a shoulder or spine. Dashboard? Electrical system? Fuel tank? Nope. I think it has to be the driver that drives the car. So, I, the driver, will be driving some points home here on the road of my blog. And this is a surprise I didn’t anticipate, but really shouldn’t be a surprise at all, for what good is a car without a driver to determine where it goes and how it goes, and WHY it goes at all. Let’s go for a ride!
*NOTE: I have since reorganized categories, so “Driver is no longer used.
Climbing Downhill 