transformative moment

Steven, over at his blog, The Golden Fish, had a great idea for a

transformative moment post meme. I have these moments nearly

every day now. These stokes of genius usually come to me when

I'm in the bath or shower. I'm not sure if they are induced by the

renewing quality of water or just the fact that my brain can think

better, once it's warmed up. But, this wasn't always the case. There

was a point when I thought they were dried up for good.

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I would have to say, hands down, my most recent momentous

transformative moment would have to be February 12, 2008, the

day of my first post on Life at Willow Manor. My sister and I both

decided to take the blogging plunge on the same day. The funny

thing is, I had not even read a blog before I started my own. Little

did I know, how much this blind leap into the blogosphere would

change my life.

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My children were grown, and for the most part, out on their own.

Many of my friends had moved away, or we had just lost touch,

our kids being our major connection. I was a lonely, unmotivated,

stagnate prune. My creative juices had dried up. My life had

turned into the Groundhog Day movie, every day being the same

dry routine.

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I timidly started posting a few of my favorite things. At first, my

only comments were my own, my sister's and my dear uncle's.

Then, miracle of miracles! I started getting comments, from real

people, nice people, who shared my interests, actually seemed to

enjoy what I had to say.

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The digital camera came out of its box for the first time and I learned

how to use it. My photographic DNA from all my grandfathers

straight back to great-great-great grandfather with his first camera

in the 1860's, wasn't dead after all. I started writing poetry again. I

tested new recipes and shared them. Some of my favorite books were

dusted off and reread. Wonderful, creative and inspiring people, from

all over the world, were quickly becoming dear friends.

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Blogging saved me. I was raised from the dead. It was truly a

miraculously transformative process. My juices were back and

flowing. Bathtubs full of them. And I have all you amazing bloggies

to thank.

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Photo: Homage to Frida Kahlo by willow

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(Heavens to murgatroyd, if someone told me I would be taking

pictures of my toes in the bathtub and posting them on the internet,

I would have thought they were coo coo. For cocoa puffs, that is.)