a wind change

This morning I walked into my bathroom and found uphaul rope in the sink. And as I stood there smiling, I got to thinking about the richness of my life, the small funny things, the joys and worries ... and how I never write any of it here. That suddenly seemed very sad to me. 

So I sifted back through my weblog, and I folded away the words I need to keep safe. Funnily enough, most of them were from posts I considered at the time to be quite shallow, frivilous; I have maintained the older posts which in some ways expose me the most, and which resonate with my deep heart. I don't mind who reads them, because they are true. 

It seemed to me, as I read back through my archives, that the more I tried to write cautiously, the further I got from anything I was happy to share with people I know in real life. 

From now on, I am going to blog about uphaul ropes, and wetsuits left in the shower, and adrenaline. I'm going to chronicle the wild, sandy, beautiful daily real. 

I'll be closing down my old weblogs like paper roads. So if you come here via those links, as many of you do, please change that habit. Thank you for visiting me at all! May I suggest that, if you want to continue reading here, you subscribe to the rss feed or bookmark the link. 

I'm not going to make a great change to my writing. I'll still ramble on in my strange and dreamy way. I'll just mention neoprene and carbohydrates, southerlies and selkies a lot more. 

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