This is my first blog entry here;  as such, I'm worried less, about formatting, and more, about just getting used to writing here.  My life is in the initial stages of a Rebirth;  A recent All Nighter broke me out of the proverbial belly of the whale, and, like Jonah, I've been spit up onto the Shore of my New Present.

I hear my dog Sophie drop her knuckle bone, for the third time this post;  "You're looking for someone to rescue you, and it's better, if I don't"...I calmly and with a half smile, say to her, from an adjacent room.

A lesson I've learned;  Now, to walk into Me...

This morning, I shall begin yoga.  I've got Yee and Deasons Yoga For Beginners, and I'll watch it first, then go as instructed.

As the world moves too fast, and I want to experiment with more Mindfulness, I'll sink into this discipline, in order to Know even more about who I am.

I'd give the world the knowlege and ability to EAT FOR FUEL.  By this, I mean that, as I was once obese, I've learned to eat for need and NOT for emotion. 

I think this would allow us to improve our health, our productivity, and emotional mindset.  I'd love to know foodstuffs are going for good, not some emotional bandaid that slows everything down, while we sulk.

There is a serial rapist in my neighborhood.  While I've known about this for some weeks, it wasn't til Sunday midday, that the quiet sobriety of my grief around this became apparent to me..

I wrote about it, on a blog on a singles site;  of course, the short piece has garnered me a great deal of attention.  To describe in detail what it was like, to return from Sunday worship services to see small signs with his forensically estimated likeness printed on them was simply and irrevocably a sign of the times, quite literally.

As one of 2 known single women in my block, I fit his criteria for victims.  I know that I've started to make sure locks are locked, I've varied my schedule, and I've wondered if he can be forced to pay my higher power bill, for provoking a feeling of necessity in me, to NOT leave my screen windows and doors open..

What did the lyricist write, and singer Madonna say?

"This USED TO BE my playground; 
This USED TO BE my Childhood dream".

I live in a small, unincorporated area outside a medium sized Southern city, and I still want to be barefoot.  I still step outside without a coat, I dance in the rain til I hear thunder...

My spirit is younger than that, of my already innocence-lost preteens;  I regret I'm glad they live elsewhere.

And so, I stop my early morning walks;  my jeans are getting tighter and my writing is getting stronger and I think this is a helluva way to be forced to write my essay book..

There is a rapist, uncaught in my neighborhood.
I wonder if he's a sex addict or was hurt by his mother.

I was BOTH;  I know no acting out will solve his confusion, soothe his anger.

I know.