I had a great conversation with a newish but close friend today and like all conversations with her, it jumped started my creative muscle and instantly ideas spawned ideas and old ideas were happily welcomed as they resurfaced like some long ago pair of beloved shoes forgotten in the back of the closet.  I love that feeling – of connection, synergy, the energy of creativity and desire of something to be born.  I also realized how long it had been since I had written or done something creative on a regular basis since my 365 project.

I also told her about something that most people don’t know about me which seems to have gotten stronger.  I cry when I feel a connection with another human being and their love for something, anything – their family, their kids, their passions.  When I talk to people and they are openly honest, something happens that I cannot seem to control.  My heart opens and the tear duct floodgates open.  This usually comes with feelings of embarrassment.  I try to hide it and am grateful when I have a pair of sunnies on or are turned away from that person.  It even happens on the phone!  Seriously.  There isn’t even an emotional or mental connection about it.  I don’t have recollections of anything.  It kind of … just. happens.  Am I alone in this?

Then I thought about why I haven’t written on any of my numerous blogs.  Why I haven’t unmasked myself by letting the zeros and ones fling themselves out into the ether to make it known to particularly no one: We are all alone, together and to me, this is so beautiful, it makes me cry.

Consider this my way of resurrect (on this blog) the way I used to write in my old blog, LaughingRhoda- a journal of sorts, musings and tidbits of things that remind me of how incredibly amazing it is to be alive and to *feel* something, anything.

This piece certainly made my heart sing and so grateful to be alive: