Words are coming alive again

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I rarely write for myself alone. When I do, my words are dry and brittle. Uninteresting and not worth remembering. But when I write for others, I seem to come alive inside.

The words on the page are mostly a byproduct of my ....... my....... well I think the best word is probably prayers. My hopes and dreams and wishes for the well being of others. And whether the words come alive for others is less relevant than what is alive on the inner level.

I write about things I learned from you and things I wish for you. I write what inspires me from interacting with you. And in that way, these entries are about me.

And in that way all of the entries are written for the one who is reading now -- they are all written for you. Take what you wish. Don't worry if it was originally for you or others, because it isn't about that.

And if you see a small part of yourself reflected in these pages, then please remember that I am only one unenlightened being with unenlightened perceptions looking at the world and trying to learn and change for the better. And what is written here is simply my thanks to you for your part in my learning.

[Since this space is relatively new, you may choose to visit the White Conch Travel Blog for more. If you haven't been there before, it's worth reading backward -- in chronological order]

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