A gentle soul

I found that my friend Ray has a blog in the same blogger group as this. Suprising that it wasn't in "My space". He has no idea who I am or that we're from the same town. If he checks this out, I guess he will at least know that. I posted a comment on his note about Nate. What a sad story. Too young. I read through his blog and became really embarrased at the insignificance of my own. I was also really proud of his writing. My sister had mentioned that he wrote beautifully (there's a clue). It did get me thinking. More importantly, it brought a smile to my face when I thought of cellophane mary and the java men and how much joy they used to bring to all of us. he mentioned in his blog what music used to mean to us, not just how it used to sound, but what the memory was that was attached to certain songs. it made me smile. ray had a way of always doing that for me at various points in my life. and it reminded me of the joy of sunshine hitting my face on a spring day after a bunch of cold winter days and it suddenly being warm and you realizing it and breathing it in. that's the way that ray was. it was always a joy to see him and his smile- it was always a smile and a warmth= usually a hug too. ray was bouncing along while driving through seneca park and watching the people run with their dogs and hearing your favorite song in the background. he was one of the greatest people i had ever met in the world and i still think the world of him.
I'm glad to know that he's married and happy in NYC. I can't believe that another lovely person I've known has moved up there. My close friend Kirsten is there too. And this dishy man Creighton is living there as well. Somehow they all migrate to Brooklyn...

Moving on

Now it's March. At some point, I'll make it a priority to blog. It's hard when you are sick a majority of the week. Back into the writing thing, I've gotten my children's books back out again. I've also been plotting a business concept for a work at home thing. Now I'm into business research to try to find out if it's even feasible.

I've decided that I'm going to see a counselor again. My isolation with my disease hasn't been helping me at all, and I'm not the only one suffering from it anymore. My family is having to deal with it as well and I hate being a burden. I've got to find a way to make my life work, or not have a life at all.

Onward...