June 10, 2013
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Finally finished... 359 pages... 9 years... finally saved to my computer. Some thoughts as I saved and took a trip back through time.
My journey
'heaping grief upon grief'
It can become too easy to think that God doesn't matter... when grief upon grief comes and one must figure out how to go on living.
Looking back...
I've noticed that I was alot more creative in my early days of Xanga. Back then it was my creative outlet... then my computers got slower and slower as they aged and all that ended... so it remained simply my writing outlet. I've never quite gotten back to being creative with it. Too much time. Now my time is spent talking to the friends that I have made over the years.
Words of a Xanga friend that so often saved me in my grief;
"Nothing has really changed"Resurrecting some oldies:
Only In
AMERICA!
We use the word "politics" to precisely describe our crazy process: "poli" in Latin means "many" and "tics" means "bloodsucking creatures".Letting go
Like the dust that floats
in a shaft of sunlight
Going nowhere, floating
transfixing
Trapped.
Elusive..
nearly invisible
but there
Held by an invisible,
undefinable,
Force.by C.Lynn
listening to: ~ All of me ~
Comments (4)
Yes, those politicians are bloodsuckers indeed!
I don't know how many pages I had but I think there were more than 359. It's going to take me 5 years (more or less) to scan and rework all that stuff. 
Have a great day!
I am still trying to collect all my writings. I should have saved it long ago, but now I HAVE to. I feel so sad that Xanga might be going away. I have made some really great friends here. I don't know if we will be able to hang on to each other without the community of Xanga. I am not in a position to be able to pay. A friend did buy me a lifetime membership, but if Xanga dies, that dies, too! Being missionaries, we use most cash to pay the bills. Blessings on your week, my friend!
Pretty picture! It's like looking back through an old family album...I've done it too, but have not archived or printed old posts yet...(printer's down).
We can learn from our past but we can't relive it; but what you once had, you still do have - it hasn't gone anywhere, and you have the wealth of things you've learned in the meantime.
Thanks, Lynn a lot. I also loved your poem--so true.
You are a beautiful woman.
blessings
frank