In which the woman realizes where she truly belongs...

With the advent of my father's death, and the emotional turmoil therein, I have decided to bring things to a wider audience. I have a private online blog at livejournal.com but this will be my public one. I will post poetry, musings, ideas, etc, here, because I feel like it.

I have also determined that my home should be back in the areas surrounding Seattle. I have much more family there and connections and people who are so willing to help me out. It's just a sad set of circumstances that my desire to move was increased by the death of my father. All I wish now is that I had more time to spend with him before he passed. Imagine the things he might have shared with me now that I'm who I am now.

Thus begins the flood:

February 15, 2008
"Climbling"

Like a whale breaching
above a pure blue-white sea,
we rise,
framed by snowy hills
bordered by a creamy orange
flowing through the rainbow scale
to the cerulean blue of
a sky yet to see the sun.