I'm thankful for this heart that beats and this mind that thinks. It's astounding grayish mush full of electrical currents creating my every musing, feeling, imagination. The heart, our most emphasized muscle, simply pumps blood throbs until it doesn't. Yet to it we attribute the deepest cries of our soul. Mine is surely crying now. But isn't it all just crazy?
Most days, I forget to think of where and who I was. My hope is this blog will serve as a tribute to the past that made me and springboards me into a future of Light. All the while I am blessed to preserve the NOW in essentially permanent interwebz form.
I vow to share pedantic bamblings, be useful and/or pointless, dive deep, fly high, speak truth, record randomly, write passionately, and always use oxford commas.
