So I write for Five minute, no edits, no re dos and at the end I will see if there are pictures from this week that match the words of this week.
Sometimes I wonder why I blog. I wonder if I have a story to tell. But then I remember that I do it for me. It's my voice. Though it may be heard but few it is still me (us) being poured out into the great unknown. Sharing our life, the trials and the joys.
It is through this voice that I have been able to grow. It is through this voice that I am able to remember.
I can rewalk the paths I have taken.
|Path around the lake this weekend|
Sometimes it is easy to remember just the bad or just the good. But it is here that I can remember both. It is here in this voice that I can remember the funny too.
|Emu following us while geocaching|
|Light shining down was pointing at the hidden treasure Mouse found.|
|On the grounds of my new employment, I love working on campus.|