Opinion is often not based on fact, making it merely gossip. I remember my own life, my history, my intentions. I share my version of my life as it is me who has lived it. I own my opinion and feelings and my journey. One day, someone may enjoy some of what I have written. What I write is not yet known as it is still inside of me.
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Blogging is new to me!
Today I think I have mastered the blogging thing. Its new age to me and a bit of a mission to get things up and running - I have had a few attempts. While I learn to blog I am sure I will make some silly mistakes but it will be what turns me into a blogger convert. I hope to do a blog each day of each memory so my blog is really my diary of a life time.... onwards and upwards......
Snoozies view
All through life I was known to many in my family as Snoozie. So here is Snoozies view. A new blog. As a dear friend told me on the weekend, we are a product of our childhood and the experiences make us who we are. I am on my journey down the other side from the uphill climb to 50. Having learnt so much and being happy with the way I see life, when I finally get to the bottom of the hill and end up in the valley I will sip on honeysuckle and pick buttercups.
Memories and experience influence each moment in my day, either through my subconscious or in my planned and spontaneous life. The hurt I have suffered, from skinned knees to the loss of loved ones have made me who I am. I hope to record wee stories often of memories, of my life, through my eyes.
For all those who have been a part of my life have been and are my teachers. The teachers from the fleeting people passing by, the old man in the diary picking my threepenny bag of lollies, to my parents and their parents before them, I owe so much. I owe for the learning and all the things they gave me while they were on their own journeys along side me. Their love, their kindness and their influence will never go unappreciated or unacknowledged in my heart.
I owe the universe so much for what it has sent me and for the paths it has led me down , but most of all I owe myself some time to recall the memories and record them as my history. This time may help me work through some pain and rejoice in the fun, happiness and laughter that I have had so much of.
I welcome followers who may enjoy life 'through my eyes' . These blogs are dedicated to someone I would give my life for. If my recall on my history gives small pleasures to anyone reading them my history 'through my eyes' will have been worth every moment spent.
Memories and experience influence each moment in my day, either through my subconscious or in my planned and spontaneous life. The hurt I have suffered, from skinned knees to the loss of loved ones have made me who I am. I hope to record wee stories often of memories, of my life, through my eyes.
For all those who have been a part of my life have been and are my teachers. The teachers from the fleeting people passing by, the old man in the diary picking my threepenny bag of lollies, to my parents and their parents before them, I owe so much. I owe for the learning and all the things they gave me while they were on their own journeys along side me. Their love, their kindness and their influence will never go unappreciated or unacknowledged in my heart.
I owe the universe so much for what it has sent me and for the paths it has led me down , but most of all I owe myself some time to recall the memories and record them as my history. This time may help me work through some pain and rejoice in the fun, happiness and laughter that I have had so much of.
I welcome followers who may enjoy life 'through my eyes' . These blogs are dedicated to someone I would give my life for. If my recall on my history gives small pleasures to anyone reading them my history 'through my eyes' will have been worth every moment spent.
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