Monday, September 26, 2011
As Blisschick Comes to an End, True Bliss Blossoms
That little clump of roses is possibly the last of the roses for the year. I went outside yesterday with scissors to cut some flowers to put beside my Our Lady of Guadalupe statue, and I could not bring myself to cut these last few. Everything else was just done, and this made me a bit sad.
"No more flowers for Guady." I said to Marcy as I came inside.
But then, looking toward the park from our kitchen window, even through the window that I can see from here, where I type, I notice hints of red in the leaves of the trees. A little bright yellow here and there.
I love fall, I remember, and the last of the roses doesn't feel quite so sad. As summer ends, fall begins.
I am going to be launching a new site that is connected to my real-life work more directly. I am excited about this. I have felt...a bit of restriction with blisschick for some time now.
But I am also sad. I have written here for over three years, starting on April 15, 2008 with this post that has within it so much foreshadowing it almost takes my breath away.
I may be announcing the new site as soon as tomorrow, maybe not until Wednesday. Blisschick will stay right here, all the archives accessible, but I will not import it into the new blog. I want a really fresh, clean slate.
Like the green, muddy earth of Spring.