Where am I?

Something interesting happened after I changed the name of my blog: I searched it and the old name came up...and when I selected the link, I got a message saying the blog no longer existed. Well, obviously, it does still exist, it's just called by another name! So, here I am, telling you, my readers, that I haven't disappeared! I'm just known by a different name :) I haven't changed anything else. What's in a name anyway? I shan't quote Shakespeare for you. You know the next lines. I hope a blog by any other title will be just as thought provoking and possibly inspiring. I hope... Such it is with us. I may be a toddler or a grandmother, but am still the same blooming rose. I hope I'm as sweet now as when I was budding. I hope I may be more beautiful as my petals are unfurled and my true colors have become evident by my works and by those people in whom my efforts have been made manifest, as a testimony to my motherhood. I will be closer to 50 rather than 40 next week. Perhaps the splendor of my bloom has passed. Though I was recently blessed to become acquainted with a lovely woman who (like me), treasures even dried pressed flowers...so maybe there is something left of beauty yet to be found in me...depending on who's looking. Whether I'm Sally or Mom or Grandmother or Mud, I'm still here growing; thorns and stems, petals and color, and scent... I still offer what I have to offer, to whomever may find something of worth in me, and who will allow himself or herself to be blessed by my association. Though...the roses growing in the forsaken yard of a vacant house are as lovely as any other, whether appreciated by a passer by, or not. My thoughts here are my own, whether they touch anyone else or not. I hope they do. If not, I'm OK with that.

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