Ahh, home.

A full mailbox.

The price to pay for memories.

Upon visiting Texas’s Alamo I am reminded of the many personal Alamo’s we endure every day; the few excuses that we stroke as talismans – reasons for our goodness perceived and real – holed up, ‘garrisoned’ against the forces of need and desire.

And it may be (as the real revolution) that the garrisoned are not that good and the forces of need and desire are not that bad. It may be simply that, between the two lies a barren drought-stricken stretch of heart meant to be fertile and supple with the daringness of  truth and wisdom.

And I wonder what happens to truth and wisdom when the heart – the vessel breaks or ceases to beat?

 

Title: I’m Posting every day in 2011!

I’ve decided I want to blog more. I’m not even sure if I’m posting in the right field. One thing I do know is that I have to blog everyday to keep the sounds of the refrigerator (the ice cream inside) at bay. So, I’ll be posting on this blog once a day / 2011.

I’m hoping to be inspired and inspiring so – here goes – from the many houses of my memory.

If you already read my blog, I hope you’ll encourage me with comments and likes, and good will along the way.

Signed,
Gwen
gwensworld – life – as I see it.