Here I am! *waves hello*
I’ve just arrived in the WordPress world as a – no, refugee is too strong a word. As a seeker. I am here, seeking connections, because having finally been persuaded that WP has got something going for it (okay, okay, I fell in with a delightful WP crowd and saw the unbelievable levels of connectivity, then realised that using Blogger was a bit like writing into a cul-de-sac) I made the move!
I say “I made the move”. In fact, I didn’t. I had very little to do with it, for the whole thing was beautifully and wonderfully stage-managed by my newish and utterly wonderful friend TwinDaddy, who is a WP veteran, and who kindly took me under his (X?)wing to sort the move out. He has my undying gratitude for this, because I feel like this is going to be the start of something VERY exciting.
But – only if you let it.
I am hoping against hope that my friends from Blogger (and around other corners of the Blogosphere) will follow me over and keep track of me here. I have fancy new buttons and an email system set up, and there are those handy little ‘+follow’ buttons at the top…(bear in mind that anyone from WP will consider this ‘old hat’, but those who make the transition daringly, from the place that Google pwns, will likely be as baffled and confused as I was on my first visit. I love my people and I don’t want to lose them – I want this CRYSTAL!)
For new, shiny, wonderful people, who don’t yet know and love me – you will come to know many things about me, but let me kick-start you with a few:
I vacillate between outrageous arrogance and crumbling insecurity, with a side order of ‘adorable’, as many times as I can muster it.
I am a tigger (okay, I have a tigger onesie – same difference) when I blog – this is also adorable, alright?
I have a little stick-girl drawing, who I call ‘Considerette’, and she follows me wherever I go. You’ll get used to her.
I love to write fiction, poetry (I am one of two Well Tempered Bards), and – well – Considerings: the things which make my brain tick and make me just wonder, about the world, life, society, and the people we all are. I believe that we all belong to each other, and bear a responsibility to try to look after our fellow earthdwellers, and make ourselves into as acceptable humans as is possible. For instance, like this – if we all, #YesAll respond to current events with the ‘Now What?’ – because that matters.
I also like to write in HD, where possible. My only niche is myself, but I will make it as enjoyable as possible, by allowing you an ‘all-senses-engaged’ journey around my mind, heart and soul. Take a look at my Heart Room right now, if you want more detail.
I’m silly, irreverent, deep, soulful, bonkers, and words are like oxygen to me. One of my favourite ‘fun’ pieces was Blogygamy (you know, I wasn’t going to put this many links in, but this is also a sneaky way to introduce you to my BlogWife, Beth, who kindly hosted the piece and said some things which made me blush and go all *glowy*)
The other things – the slightly more serious and less writery things, are that I’m married to Husby, who is a wonderful man with some really large health-challenges, and these have left us as an infertile couple, battling depression and the loss of two children to miscarriage. I’m also a (I hate the word ‘survivor’ – I didn’t ‘survive’ anything – I just got on with the daily trudge and grind of life) whatever of an abusive childhood in a household ruled by that monster, Depression, and in the end succumbed to my own version, too. So there’s that.
The most wonderful thing happened when I developed the Ten Things of Thankful blog hop out of a daily discipline I’d been using to combat my depression – find ten GOOD things in each day to be thankful for, and it’s worth sticking around until tomorrow. The weekend just gone, the hop celebrated its first birthday, and was WELL ATTENDED. There was cake. It was glorious. Click here to see my mother’s day post, to get a flavour of the challenges I face, as well as how bloody marvellous the TToT (as we call it) is at turning the hurts into helps and making you feel HUGELY better.
Finally – the reason for that there hermit crab. It was a challenge and a kindasorta dare (I LOVE dares. And glitterbombs. And sending people songs on WhatsApp) from my blogdopted sister, Laura, who (when I told her I had a brain like a dried-up old sea-sponge about writing this post) threw a bucket of salt-water over me, chucked in a hermit-crab for good measure and then demanded that inspiration visit me. It did, and the crab stuck around.
And now, to turn it around on her, and steal (outrageously, unabashedly and in full knowledge that I run the gauntlet of receiving a slap) a phrase which just works:
Here’s my soul – please like me!