Have you ever seen a person spin plates? I have. It is certainly a feat. One that I don’t think I could achieve. Yet inwardly, I do just that. In this new season of being an independent author, I find myself wondering how to balance life with the various hats that I wear. I imagine the hats like plates spinning on a pole. I am afraid that one or more will crash, or I will.
A Fall Poem: Autumn to Me
Cool crisp perfect
Colored hat glorious
Misty morning marvelous
Dead leaf crunch
Corn, buffet brunch . . .
I saw the leaves fall today…burnt sienna cigar twirls dancing in the crisp air.
Thanks for joining me! And so it begins, this thing called blogging. I am not new to the blogging world. In fact, I was blogging before blogging was cool. Life takes you on turns, however, and my blogging fell by the wayside of work and family life. A new phase of life meets me now. …