Not Sure Why

Not quite sure why I haven't written to myself lately.  It's not like I haven't had anything to write about, because I have ~ lots.  Actually, more than lots ~ a boat load full of stuff.  I'm guessing I just haven't been serious enough to grab the bull by the horns and hunker down with the keyboard.  It's not like we're not friends or anything.  We are well connected, tethered by years of confessions, silliness, pain and anguish, nonsense, and the like. I miss our time together ~ me clicking away, it gladly absorbing the light pounding (well, maybe sometimes the pounding is a little more than light) of my fingers.  Our quiet time.  Our time for reflecting.  Our sad and happy time.  Yea, all those times and then some.

I'm going to try to make it a goal this year to be more consistent in sharing my thoughts with this keyboard.  So much so, that I may just break down and give her a name.  Maybe that is what's missing ~ the name of my trustworthy recorder.  Hmmm . . . .

  I feel if I don't get back in the groove I will lose track of all the daily goings on around here and in the Land of Horses.  These things need to be recorded for posterity.  My lovelies like seeing their names in print.  I like printing them.  I love being privy to the memories they create.  It reminds me of why were are.  Of the important things in life.  I truly think of it as the electric shock to my heart.  It makes me come alive and the emotion contained within as a result is beyond words.  But I do my best to capture the moment(s).

So, here's looking forward to a brand new year of memories and  looking back at last year and pulling from those life filling, life changing events.

Here's to the love that will be wrapped around each word.

Here's to my Family and Friends.

And here's to my keyboard.