In recent correspondence from another blogger, she referred to her blog as "a refuge, even for me". As I sit in my somewhat shambolic apartment, with its heaps and collections of china and seashells and little toys plucked out of cardboard boxes on the street (an environment which reflects my craziness, longing, confusion, impatience), I am attempting to be the wise and humorous person I present myself as here, for instance in the photo you see at right. Sometimes the goal is reached, it's a form of observance for a non-religious person. Sometimes I fall back into old habits, sometimes I am forced to realize my own limitations. But certainly having this place of sorts, this virtual bower or museum of oddities with its opportunities for dialogue with other extraordinary and flawed wanderers on the web, is helpful in working toward being that person.
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