Sometimes I get caught up in the details of everyday living and don't realize that I've stayed the course in my quest for reinvention.
Although it appears that I have dwelled on the past in many of my latest posts, it's often nice--and always essential--to see where one has been, and how one's life has been useful, to understand what new ways we can continue to be so, to maintain one's integrity, and continuity, and still be something new, in a world that won't sit still.
As much as I have truly enjoyed creating these posted items and working on getting the words and visuals just right, I have also enjoyed reading and commenting on many of my friends who have done some great work on their blogs, and have kindly noticed and encouraged my efforts.
I thank you, once again!
Tonight I'm taking a breather from a focused topic, on my way to more substantial writing over the weekend and next week.
In the days ahead I will be working on some posts that I'm anxious to share with my readers:
- --Colin Firth, his well-deserved recogntion for "A Single Man", and the pinnacle of my series on Christopher Isherwood;
- --Anecdotes about my maternal grandparents. Sounds photo-album-ish and "cute"...but I think you will enjoy geting to know them. Had they lived today, they would both have turned 100 years old this year.
- --My take on Academy Awards 2009, my views on upping the Best Picture category to 10, and how the performers and films rate, in my estimation. ALSO: The story of my lifelong love-hate relationship with Oscar.
Plus, new forays into opera, tales from the city of Chicago, the latest from the world of art and politics (from my own bemused point of view), news of interest from and for the gay community, my study of Italian, and, in March, pages from my Arizona notebook.
Not to mention Stories from the Animal Shelter. Tuesday, the dogs loved romping in the snow, burying their snouts deep into the powder to unearth whatever treasures lie beneath, and, shivering upon going inside, pressed themselves against me, and drew upon my warmth and love, which they gave back in their singular way. Also there are five new Black Lab puppies, oozing out of their room like an oil slick when I opened their door to feed them...and then oozed right back in again to follow me, their "leader".
Time to sleep now.... I look forward to being back here this weekend!