Dear Reader,

Thank you for your support on my last post. You have all truly touched my heart with your response to my little temper tantrum related to my red face in treating possible precancerous cells. For sure, a valid temper tantrum and one that needed to be expressed. I also think I really needed it to be all about me, just for a little while. I can tend to minimize things that happen in my life sometimes, which basically means not really dealing with my feelings. You know, brush them under the rug and all that. Not a real healthy approach, and I am grateful I am willing to improve on this. The fact that I was once again in a slow rage, once again imagining myself in a professional football arena, and once again kicking that ball far and wide… Well, rather telling on me, don’t you think?

I received several texts, phone calls, some wonderful hugs, and of course your comments, all responses after someone had read my need to release my anger and that I was just so tired of it all. Each of you could relate, understood this emotion of anger, could somehow place yourself in my shoes. That, too, is healing for me, and I appreciate it so much. We are all very much connected, all beings, and I am learning to celebrate that fact more every day.

For me, the greatest invention is the alphabet, twenty-six symbols applied to many languages that offer us a way to communicate to one another in various forms; letters, texts, books, cards, kindles, Ipads, magazines, signs, chalk boards, the internet. I do not even want to try to imagine a world without them. The application of the alphabet bonds us, helps us truly see one another, can be so descriptive one can travel anywhere in the world through the mind. Words can be created that are so inspiring and up close and personal they actually open our hearts and touch something deep down inside of us, the core of our being, our higher self. Words can make us laugh, make us cry, inspire us to grow and be better than we were yesterday.

I consider myself a wordsmith, a gift I acknowledge in myself and for myself mostly because that makes me happy. But you need to know, I also believe all writers need their readers. I hope you continue to post your comments on my blog. I understand that the words I write invite you to open a few portals that provide an opportunity to take a glimpse into the world of Joan. I am happy to share my thoughts, and when you share yours I am inspired, grateful, humbled, and learn so much. And if you go back to my most recent post a day or two later you will see I always reply back to you.

As you already know I have the habit of daily prayer walks. And yes, Reddogg accompanies me, that holy, red dog. If you like, feel free to ask me in the comment section to pray for you. That’s all you need to write, some form of “pray for me” if you do not want to be specific. I will not forget, and as you know the geese will always remind me to pray for the children. I have plenty of room to carry you in my prayer pocket, too. We all need that feeling sometimes that “it’s all about me.”

I know that I am feeling better today, and I certainly no longer have that desire to step out onto a hundred yard field and the long snapper hiking a football at me…and part of the reason for that is…because of you!

c   Love, Joan