With All Good Intentions

It's never come easily to me, this writing prowess.
It did however, at least, come with some measure of sporadic reliability.
Every time I reach into the Hannaford cooler and wrap my hand around an organic milk carton, I expect to read, "Have you Seen this Missing Blog?" when checking its expiration date.

I am not certain when my motivation or my creativity went missing, but I have my suspicions that foul play on the walls of a certain cult-like network called FaceBook may be responsible for such an abduction of imagination and initiation.
It is only a theory.


Having finally come to this abandoned and lonely blog, I stumbled upon numerous good intentions that were kicked to the blurb (that's blogspeak for curb,) or possibly hijacked for and or by that FaceBook character.
So in the spirit of creativity and saving face with my blog, I have decided to post a sampling of "Would'a, Could'a, Should have been Our Heart Centered Life Posts."

In the meantime, should you buy milk soon and notice some resemblance to this post, please notify your local authorities. Who knows, a safe return of my imagination may result in finishing future po