Thank you. Thank you for reading, commenting, liking. Thank you for your silent support. Thank you for not sending me messages to stop or not to try.
I have made it through a month of posts. I am delighted by this. Some posts were dull, some inane, many self-aggrandizing. Most of them were terribly self-indulgent. But they Got Posted. Daily. Posting happened.
Every single blessed day.
I don't plan to continue posting daily. It becomes an end in itself, the posting, and that was never the intention of this blog. I do plan to post regularly; hopefully, I can spare you a bit of the inanity and self-indulgence, and maybe I can give you more of the straight-from-the-gut stuff.
I can't tell you how much it has meant to me the know someone was reading. The biggest draw, apparently, was the post with my son's adorable face peeping out of the tree at Heartfelt. The lowest, was the day I just complained about how late my post was. Lesson: cute, photos, rainbows, upbeat -- good. Whining -- bad.
Thank you. Now, back to your regularly scheduled journey into winter.
Sara Renee Logan has been telling stories to everyone who would listen since she was seven. She organized storytimes for her college roommates, and spent a year at Oxford studying folklore and folktales. Many years as a Waldorf teacher allowed her to tell stories about everything from Baba Yaga's hut on chicken legs to the water cycle to the life of Joan of Arc. Sara shares her life with her partner, Melanie, their son, and an unreasonable family of pets. She continues to share her love of storytelling and stories with audiences of all ages, specializing in bringing the wild beauty of folktales to young and old. Sara writes about parenting, storytelling, and about living a life with stories.