It occurs to me that I have reached the half way mark in my 50th year blogging project. This is post #183; I’ve missed two days along the line somewhere, and I may yet miss another, so I probably won’t end up with a perfect 366 by August 20, but I’m calling today the half way point. Whoo-hoo! Time to check back on my original intent:
“So this blog is dubbed scillagrace to symbolize ancient elegance of manner, action, form, motion and moral strength. It is my goal to post entries worthy of the name. It is my goal to avoid being dogmatic and prissy. I want to challenge myself to go deeper into subjects that explore the ancient grace of life. It is a lot of name and a lot of subject, to be sure. We’ll see how it goes.”
I have also realized that in the adventure of exploring the ancient grace of life, encounters with others are pivotal. The challenge to go deeper is often voiced not by myself but by those whom I encounter. The elegance of the dance is significantly effected by those who come alongside to partner me. So I want to express my deep appreciation for all those who have participated in shaping this blog by liking it and leaving a signature that led me to meet them or commenting and entering into the dance directly. I appreciate those who were strangers to me and those whom I’ve known in person for some time. I have truly enjoyed, benefited, woken up, reeled, puzzled, thrilled, anguished, and grown here! Thank you, one and all.
My gift to y’all today is to share the elegance of the world to which I woke this morning. My little corner of the globe draped in February’s glory: snow.