I have always loved the word. See. P. Ah. Not quite new and nearly old the shades of sepia help me remember the nature of memory can be not so much black and white, nor brilliant colors or profuse fragrances. So, to begin the musings here at Hibiscus Hedge and Dragon Wings, there is a hedge where memories are sepia.
Hibiscus is one of the few tropical flowers without a powerful perfume. If at all, the scent is mute and the beauty of the blossom is a day long life. As my life led me back and forth, or ke'ia i kela from here to there, and away from my Hibiscus Islands I have become overly-sensitive to perfume and must avoid them. 'Aue, life is funny!
My world as a sensitive has opened up lines to stories unimaginable. Time has been generous, and I give thanks for the new day and new opportunity. The internet, a miracle. Blogs, amazing. Social networking, still something I must explore with more willingness. My world has expanded to include the first new computer in a decade; I work from her now. Adjusting slowly to a larger screen and a big box of a processor I navigate new territory. It scares me for a time, and then I allow for change.
With this new computer I explore a new blogging platform and move from the blogspots where dozens of stories and shares have come from my heart onto the page. I practice new language by using this Weebly World. There is so much to learn and so many stories to tell.
I am imagining ways to craft a place here where my stories, and hand-made books will be available for sale ... a book store tucked inside the hedge but no longer secreted away! I think I am too old for keeping secrets.
This is a first communique, and an INVITATION to make your way into the Hibiscus Hedge where I hope you'll find the nourishing waters stories to enliven your dragon wings at any age!
Hibiscus is one of the few tropical flowers without a powerful perfume. If at all, the scent is mute and the beauty of the blossom is a day long life. As my life led me back and forth, or ke'ia i kela from here to there, and away from my Hibiscus Islands I have become overly-sensitive to perfume and must avoid them. 'Aue, life is funny!
My world as a sensitive has opened up lines to stories unimaginable. Time has been generous, and I give thanks for the new day and new opportunity. The internet, a miracle. Blogs, amazing. Social networking, still something I must explore with more willingness. My world has expanded to include the first new computer in a decade; I work from her now. Adjusting slowly to a larger screen and a big box of a processor I navigate new territory. It scares me for a time, and then I allow for change.
With this new computer I explore a new blogging platform and move from the blogspots where dozens of stories and shares have come from my heart onto the page. I practice new language by using this Weebly World. There is so much to learn and so many stories to tell.
I am imagining ways to craft a place here where my stories, and hand-made books will be available for sale ... a book store tucked inside the hedge but no longer secreted away! I think I am too old for keeping secrets.
This is a first communique, and an INVITATION to make your way into the Hibiscus Hedge where I hope you'll find the nourishing waters stories to enliven your dragon wings at any age!
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