You might expect a professional blog here with much solemn advice about the secrets to wellbeing and nutritional health. Fact is, I started writing my first blogs when I was 10. Back then, they were journals written with an ink pen. The first few entries with a messy fountain pen, although how anyone could possibly expect clean fountain pen writing from a left hander is beyond me. It would work in Arabic. The writing goes the other way. Perhaps the right handed Arabs suffer a similar fate to our left handed fountain pen bearers. Eventually the ink washes off… eventually, but the smears on the paper are another matter. I am glad that chapter of my life has passed. My own little 10 year old lefty, quickly abandoned the fountain pen after a few weeks and moved on. A generation not bound by the fearful must of adults expectations. The world must bend to meet her. And to my amazement, it often does…
There are many books of hidden journals in a case in my attic. I am slow to share my thoughts. But if I am to do so, it shall be here on my own website. Forgive me if this is personal, but I lack the filters we so often use to shield us from the world, her criticism and her judgement. When I write, the filters are off. Perhaps that is why so much of my creative works of art are hidden in a locked case in the attic. Sometimes I take them out and read extracts from my own thoughs. I marvel at how engrossed I was in the feeling of that particular episode of my life. And how quickly these all consuming thoughts are forgotten.
So here I am, with my own blog. A license to unleash random thoughts that come to me on my very own tiny little corner of the World Wide Web. And so it begins…