Happy St. Patrick's Day

"May the road rise up to meet you..." I can't remember the rest. I always thought that was a classy way to say a blessing. Today is one of those days that you can claim you're Irish, even if it's not true. I have no idea how Irish I am on my mother's side. Maybe a drop or two.

Who knows? I probably lived a previous lifetime or two in Ireland. I do feel very comfortable around Celtic symbols. And I find names with a hard-sounding "k" very appealing. Perhaps it's because my name starts with a "K"? For instance--"Ceriwiden" is pronounced "KEY-erd-win." I know, I know...I'm also a big fan of 'spell it like it sounds, hey?'

It's funny, today. I didn't dress in green today. I'm all in blue and black...like a big bruise. I guess I don't feel quite so top o' the mornin', today. Well, by the weekend, that may change. Maybe I'll wear green ALL weekend. I'm feeling rather contrary this week.

Oh well, Happy St. Patty's Day!

Falling down the rabbit-hole...

That's what I feel like at this moment. I'm not sure what will be at the bottom. Will I hit the ground hard? Will I float down instead? Hmmm...

This is my very first blog, and I feel a little out of my element. I have an interest in so many things, from holistic health to politics to good books and movies to the paranormal. I hope that those who may come across and read my thoughts in the future will take everything with a grain of salt. As Sylvia Brown likes to say, "Take what you want and leave the rest."

Well, that's it for my first day. I can see the bottom of the hole. Looks like I might be floating after all.