Quarantine is not good for the soul. Or is it?
A lover of words, thoughts and feelings, I find myself searching for the right place to put them. Especially when my social interactions come to a screeching halt. They float around in my mind, swirl around and around until they finally unravel onto a canvas. A salon owner and stylist by day, a dreamer by night. I could be the editor in chief of a gossip magazine, by no fault of my own, mind you. I love people, and their stories… most of the time. If you think about it, our lives are purely made of memories and experience. Things you’d like to catch in a jar like a firefly, and not let go of. I’ve lost all my old journals and writings from years long ago. Where are they, and who’s gotten a hold of them? Hope they’ve enjoyed them (insert sarcasm). So twenty years later, I start over again. Perhaps it’s just a new chapter book of life, for me. Where adventure awaits.
P.S. A special thank you to Bill and Marta, for all the love, all of my life.
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