Questions...

Where are the words I need? How can I express what I am feeling? Do I even need to? Is it not enough that I feel it?

What prompts me to share those feelings and thoughts? Why do I think anyone else would be interested? Or do I write for me? And only me?

Lives lost. Love found. Friends gathering to share time together. Children growing. Me, growing old. All are fodder for my writing.

Patients who are dying. Lives diminished by illness. Bodies ravaged by disease and racked with pain. Heroes who survive it all, one way or another. Such is the form my writing can take.

The glory of a sunset, the exquisite beauty of a flower. The joyous sounds of a summer night. A baby laughing, a child crying, screeching tires and even sobs of joy. All have found a voice in my writing.

And I have to wonder why? Why do I write such things? Why don't I write something timely and intelligent and worthy of reading? Something trendy. Something funny. Something with mass appeal.

Why not? Because I write what I think, what I see, and what I feel. I write what I know and I write from my heart. I breathe, therefore I blog? Not quite, but close.

Today, I am happy to report that nothing of any consequence has happened in my life. Well, I did figure out how to use the calendar feature on my new iPhone. I can even program an event to recur weekly, monthly or yearly. And I did it without looking at the instructions. How cool is that?

Just in case I think I'm all that and a bag of chips, I lost three out of four games of Trivial Pursuit. I do know a lot more trivia than I did this morning, though....

Oh, and I got a great recipe from Rachel Ray for cod cakes and spinach/mashed potatoes. Yummers, as she would say....

And I watered my garden, played with my dogs, and wrote a poem, too.

So, what am I feeling? Alive. Vibrant and alive and happy. All that and more, too. I had a birthday and I am older. Not necessarily wiser but definitely older.

And that's a good thing.