New Ground - (snowy Wet ground outside)

I have been worrying that this will all get pretty boring - my ramling and disjointed posts of all my thoughts.
I mean, who cares? Well, so far I'm beginning to feel alive again, beginning to think I have something to say, even if it is silly sometimes :)
And So, I guess, reluctantly said though it is, I care.

Today on the walk to work I had a play-on-words poetry Idea: Masks of Ignorance. The people on the street who ignore you as you walk by. It's unnatural and city-like. Somewhere in there I'll mention the converse smile, a soul-lifting connection generally forgotten but occassionally and serendipitously given, like a gift from god out of the darkness.

The only problem with blogging is that I write in my journal too. not sure what to do about that.

Insense. Angry? hmm.

As far as the mind-state thread goes, too...is it a habit that I need to break with constant vigilance? by attending to where I am, will I better judge where I need to go? Or is the whole question steeped in some self-obssession that only helps me hide even more?

I have bought this book: Note to Self. I love love love it. I loved it when I even saw it in the store. Having just searched for it on Amazon, I see others that I think I could love too :)
ahh... the writing life! Yes!