I have not been posting blogs regularly. I've been somewhat overwhelmed by working on the Life Beyond Trauma Conference.  Other things have taken my attention, too.  Helping with the Free to Be Me Concert with a Cause that features my dear friend Donna Kay and myself singing backup, for one.  But you know, as Rosanna Rosanna Dana says, "It's always something."  So I'm making a commitment to blog every day for a year.

Yes, its true, I am.  I'm not that great at those kinds of commitments and I think it will be good for me to have the discipline.  Not so great at discipline either.  Long term projects usually end up being set aside because I get off onto something else. I am notorious for staring an exercise routine and six months later I've dropped it completely.

Well, a couple of months ago I decided to have more self discipline in regard to my exercise regimen and, so far, I've been keeping it up.  Don't hold your breath, but it could actually hold.

Now I'm going to add in blogging.  And rather than blog about my ideas (though I know I will get on my soapbox from time to time), I'm going to talk about what is going on with me, in my life and how the heck I do all the things I do.  People ask me that, so now you are going to find out. Rather daunting that; exposing myself this way. Nevertheless, I think it will be fun and an awesome learning experience. Whether anyone finds it of interest is another mater altogether.

So, today, I sit in front of my daughter Heather's computer and write this.  My own mac is on the blitz since our last ice storm and I haven't found someone yet who can revive it. So I am borrowing Heather's G5 while she is in Taiwan.  (hopefully I will get my own before she returns) On my desk is a rather tall stack of papers to be filed, two large bags of balloons with the Life Beyond Trauma logo on them, and miscelaneous other papers. These are left over from the Celebration Balloon Release I participated in this past Saturday.  It was an amazing event celebrating the courage and strength of survivors of sexual assualt and abuse.


Lynette, my organizer would be appalled to see the condition of my desk she helped me put together two months ago.  However, that said, after her help, it will only take me a few minutes to restore it.  Thanks, Lynette.

I suppose it's appropriate that I start this today, the day after Patrick Swayze’s death.  I’m still so sad. Only one other entertainer has affected me this way.  Steve Erwin, remember him? He was the Crocodile Hunter. What Steve and Patrick have in common is that they both were such genuinely good people.  They demonstrated the heart of compassion. Everything they did in their lives and in their careers demonstrated the huge hearts held in their small human bodies. 

I’m saddened that we had to lose them both, but I suppose they had done whatever it is they were supposed to do here.  But they sure are missed.