A Puzzle Piece or Two

I am blogger! I spent most of my day trying to figure out how to make another site work for me so I found another site and here I am! voila! I am blogger.  Who am I?  Wouldn't that be a good thing to know for sure!  However, not all is lost because I do know some things for sure: I am a single woman, 67, and my toy poodle companion, Teddy, died this month; he was 17.  I live near the beach because I love its movement, its color, the breeze, the salt air, and its restless movement.  The sea changes and is not stuck in time; it ebbs and flows; the tides bring in shells and takes them out again. The sea and the moon are attached in mysterious ways: cycles obey the pull of the moon.  So we are more than the dust of stars; we are inspired actually.  G-d literally blew Her/His breath into us; so we have capacities that we can only imagine and we never actually fully reach all of our potential. I guess that there will be time to learn more about myself that I will share with you.  For now, I will answer the question: Why I'm here!  I'm turned onto writing and reading other writer's work. I'm not a skilled blogger; however, I do write in the old fashioned way sometimes with a pen and a journal. Since I find myself artistic, I tend to draw in my journals and the pens and pencils that I have make the writing and drawing an easy rondezvous.  I love books and am a bookbinder as well as a reader. And perhaps what I write may be of interest or of help to someone else. I hope that a reader will like the way I put sentences together and will like the words I use...  I love words; they dance for me and make magic happen.  Words carry the weight of our emotions. And I like to describe my emotions in words; words make the thing real, the event relevant, the man handsome, the woman a diva, the gala glorious.  Words make the hovel clean, the forest dense, the horse shiny and newly shod. Words can make worlds, destroy worlds, make heros, and unmake the man or woman when words become hostile. So, I like to write and to read what I write and what others write.  That's the way life makes us or molds us or even perhaps we are just born this way!  Some people have to play football and some people have to write. And bind books; and paint; and spin wool and knit...