What do we do together? And why do we need to do it?
I am.
I am a solitary person by choice. Yet I need to interact least I spend all the day alone-which I partially prefer to do.
I force myself to participate.
Stir out of my comfort zone and leap into a public environment.
I must interact, for if I don’t then who do I serve?
What is the purpose for this life but if not to be with you?
Even though I am afraid of you.
Because,with you, I might lose what I have come to know as Me.
You might change me. Reshape my thoughts. Unhinge an opinion.
Alter my muse.
Quietly now… she is thinking and not thinking. She is being on the page. 
Cooking something……………………..beginning to light a fire to feed………..
.. perhaps just looking into a mirror and waiting
For she no longer recognizes what she looks like.
She sees older family members, lost tribes, antique hairpins and old tin spinning tops.
April is ending. There is a full moon on Wednesday that brings much to ahead. The planets are aligning in an unusual fashion.
And we now see the colours of the Earth rise up before our senses for spring has truly sprung.
Thank you for clinking in
all the very best to you
always
eileen
Hi Eileen
Just happened to come across your blog.
After reading your early posts, I was amused by your beautifully written piece, not because it was funny, but because it was true poetry. You made reference to the fact that you initially felt inadequate when arriving in Ireland. Well all I can say is Drumshambo has been inspirational for you, I was touched by your writing. You are indeed an Irish Artist.