I loved and I lost, but I will live to love again.
DB - The Vagabond
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Hello.
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Someone I don't know wrote a limerick about me. The last three lines read:
"His heart he did grieve
Was not worn on his sleeve
But left outside on a plate."
When I first began this journal I accepted the fact that it was a public document and hence wanted to avoid using it to moan about my personal problems. Instead, I thought it would be a good opportunity to express my ideas about life through remembering past events and people, and using them to illustrate the thoughts and observations I was trying to express.
I've had a busy life, filled with people and places, events, artistic ventures, successes and failures, wisdom and folly. There have been a lot of women in my life, for good or otherwise. I have had a lot of love affairs. None of them lasted. My heart has been broken many times. Someone said "Well, you've just picked the wrong women." There is nothing therapeutic about that remark, it's obvious.
So now, from the solitude of my retired life, I thought I would put forth in my journal the love I have, in the friendliest manner I could, to whomever would like to receive it. My heart is still on the plate.
But lately my readers have become very scarce. I enjoy writing. Besides hearing music, it is the only pleasure I have in the midst of the sorrows and troubles of my life. It is the only way, given the illnesses that keep me inside, to spend the affections I feel for my fellows. I guess I have to find a different way of doing it.
DB
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WEEKEND QUESTION
Summer is almost over, Autumn is on the way (check your calendar if you don't believe me). Answers to the SUMMER QUIZ will be posted on the first Day of Autumn. But then the AUTUMN QUIZ will start. And that's where you come in.
Your mission is to provide me with a question, or two or three, for the AUTUMN QUIZ. You may enter as many times as you wish (no proof of purchase necessary) but you have only until tomorrow, so get cracking. Thee are only 4 responses so far.
The decision of the biased, curmudgeonly judge is final.
The winner not only gets his/her question posted for the season, but also gets to sit on my front porch and listen to me ramble on for hours about nothing in particular.
Good luck.
DB
10 comments:
I have mostly been rendered speechless by the days events which must be cleaned up and sanitized before I can discuss them in my blog, if it is possible then. Things just keep happening of a nature that must be censored, until I have adjusted to them myself. So do not think that lack of readers has so much to do with you as maybe what is going on in a life that can't be talked about freely as it happens. But it also renders me mostly unable to read blogs, too. Yet, I know that I will recover and will be able to do that, too. Gerry
Hello DB.....You are valued and I love your work dear friend....You inspire me and frankly I appreciate that!
Hugs
Linda
We are here for you DB.
Yep! I think a lot of people are still reading, but comments seem to be down across the board. We're not going anywhere! Hugs, Beth
I'm still here!! Love you much, friend!
Joann
have you broken any hearts, DB?
I've been outside begging summer to stay longer, I don't want to miss a second of it. Come and sit here for a spell, I'll listen as I'm mostly quiet myself...ditto on Salemlot's qustion ...
I'm sure you have a lot of readers more than followers. Perhaps, they are just shy leaving a comment or maybe they don't know what to say, let alone how to express their thoughts about a stranger's writing that could be stranger to them. In my case, I have been busy working many different things. It's only a couple of days that I tried to tie myself at home as outside activities can be very very tiring.
Who can mend a broken heart?
Obviously, that is a song....
Thank goodness for being positive
"I will live to love again."
All the best DB.
While I haven't been up for the story journal you have (reading books and getting ready to move keeps me busy!) I do try to make an effort to track you on your 'Journey'.
You are as never as alone as you think. I tried to tell my Mom that you are never as broke as you think, when it was time for her to write a will.
Anywho, buck up. Things will be fine, if you believe it will.
I read your posts daily and love them. I don't always take the time to comment, because I think I will comment later and then time gets away from me. PLUS, too much sorrow in my family right now. Anne
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