Two years later....

So one of the perils of not blogging for over two years is that you get out of practice, both at writing and at making time to write. Another is, if you're anything like me, you forget your password for logging into you blogger account - especially is technically your computer is smarter than you are and is supposed to remember it for you so you never had to remember it in the first place!

Mind you, it's not as if not posting a blog of any kind means I haven't written anything - sheesh I have a drawer full of notebooks full of everything from essays and opinion pieces to notes, family trees and those dark moments of angst filled emotion we all suffer from time to time to prove it.

Now if I could just wave a magic a wand and get all the ones I want to copy from there to magically appear in typed format on my computer I'd be laughing.
Technically i can write straight on computer, or should that be type straight on computer? But firstly i rarely have enough computer time that I can use for that when I'm not at risk of being interrupted mid sentence every sentence or of disturbing other people who are trying to watch TV or something and would be bothered by the continual typing. So it hasn't happened yet, and, I'm old fashioned, give me open and some paper and the urge to get thoughts onto paper and I can suddenly discover that I just filled a dozen pages without even realizing it!

don't worry I'm not going to bother you with the terrible angst of those occasional dark times, the ones we all go through every now and then. Those I write down because for me it's therapeutic, a way to clear all the junk from the hard drive of my brain if you will, because for me, once it bothers me enough to get it out and down on paper, the very act of doing that is generally enough for me to be able to let go of whatever was bothering me at the time, deal with it, and move on feeling far more peaceful and balanced once again. Then the written pages generally get shredded and trashed having fulfilled their purpose.
And I like being peaceful and balanced.

We do, however, all go through those dark times, mentally and emotionally. It's a part of the roller coaster that is life. Often they are actually a necessary part of it even if at times they drive us to despair and leave us dubious about our sanity. sometimes we later have the time and perspective to look back on the darkness we realize that it was necessary, a turning point or a growth point and that we are actually better, stronger and more balanced for having been through that darkness. Still sucks when you are in the middle of the dark times however.

Sometimes each of us has to hit the bottom in the darkness before we can begin to see the light and climb our way back up again to another new height. Life is rarely even, easy or fair, it just is what it is, and we try to deal with it as best we can, some days we do better some days we don't - we are each only human after all. what matters is not the things that happen to us in life but how we react to and deal with them and how much we keep on going, keep trying, keep doing, and don't give up, even when it's dark. Sometimes we need a helping hand to find the light and begin the climb out of the darkness and that's what friends and true family are for.

Which is kind of where I was going, I just took the long way around, because this is not going to be about those occasional dark times - well, mostly not anyway! As I said, my notebooks contain thoughts on a number of topics, tags really are going to be a wonderful invention although my choice of tag might not always seem obvious to you - the connections in my brain are sometimes a little obscure to some people. They will however hopefully keep roughly related topics connected to each other.

What started me once again thinking about blogging and led to the earlier comments about the dark times was a conversation last night. Anyway.

In the intervening couple of years many things have changed and many haven't. Demonspawn is now just turned four, Demon is still going strong after his heart attack two years ago, and winter here in Calgary is finally coming to an end. Other than that life here pretty much carries as usual in that day to day way life has of doing so.

Some things have changed and one of those is that thanks to facebook I have reconnected with several people that I hadn't spoken to in years. One of them in particular, my other sister. Let me start by explaining that I am an only child but I also believe that 'True family is not only one of blood but one of joy and respect in each others lives.' And in that respect I consider myself blessed to have two that I can call sister - Nuttie, the BC dwelling, sister in law I inherited when I got into a relationship with her brother, Demon, five years ago today.

And Crazy girl, the UK dwelling step sister I lost touch with for more than ten years and rediscovered thanks to the wonders that are facebook (when facebook is not being an ass that is) Technically we aren't related but we share a step father - who said families were easy to understand or explain? lol She is, however, my sister - my crazy witchy fairy queen sister.

And I count myself lucky to have two who i would call sister.

"True sisters measure time not by clock or calendar but by the beat of the heart."

And btw in case you forgot or are new here - my typing sucks. I can spell, but even after all these years I cannot type accurately - fast yes - accurate no!!