A Special Blog Anniversary

Its the two year mark for this little blog and this is a little something I wrote the other day in honor of this most auspicious occasion.
I finger the keys in a musing air.
What shall be written ? Is the question on my mind. Thoughts and ideas sometimes come, but sometimes often they don't. Listen here, the whispering voice comes from within me. Whats written on your heart, that you can tell.
What have you learned that you may share for the benefit or enjoyment of another. This is the struggle that happens every time I sit down to write here on this Blog.
The blank page screams at me, my heart whispers to me, but often I don't listen because I'm afraid that I will sound too full of myself. I hate it when someone comes across preachy, I would never presume to know everything about life. And I would not ever want someone to think I'm perfect. Because I'm not. But I must be real. For two years now this has been the constant, do I share my thoughts, things Ive learned. And sound presumptuous, or don't be me. I decided best be me, and hope the spirit of the words comes across in the way I want it to.
So I ask my self what have I learned and what can I share.
When I started this Blogging journey I would have never understood the experiences I would have.
Start a Blog, it was an easy enough idea, but then I couldn't imagine what would keep me writing each week, or when I felt there was something I could share from my heart.
I wondered,  what at all could I write about. My life is no great adventure, and this may come as quite a shock Ordinary. Looking back now i can see just how much I discovered about myself, when filling out the profile area, it brought me to the question, what defines me, who is Rachel.
That was the start. In two years I have been inspired by others courage and determination.
It has been a journey of revelation, bringing to light my many faults. I have been infuriated with myself.
Dejected to the brink of despair. But a strange thing occurred that I think is quite beautiful. I found I grew in a way I never would, if not for this Blog. And I have a way of seeing that now mapped out for me in monthly columns. So this blog has blessed me, when I gingerly hoped to bless someone else.
But one truly cant teach unless he first is taught.
This Blog became an outlet for the words I have always loved, but here this blog enabled me to find my  voice, one even I couldn't hear.
I have vividly felt more deeply and explored places within my heart I would have never found.
I am still shy, if I had the pleasure of making your acquaintance, dearest reader; you would see a shy brunet haired hazel eyed girl. Who stands with her legs together on the balls of her feet, three fingers of her left hand clasped in her right; a nervous tick. A smile to hide my general lack of confidence but a desire to know who you are at your heart, but wouldn't be the first to let you know mine.  Thus I am not perfect, but one doesn't grow overnight. The first time I shared personal details about myself it was nerve wracking and thrilling at once. And now I wouldn't imagine it any other way.
Always sharing from my heart, I hope to pull at your heart strings, with the words that come to me,
Thought a few times in these two years, I have felt deeper than I could find words for.
So I must not stop this long ramble about me, and in turn once again say thank you, Bloggers who have taught me, inspired me, who have pushed me on this discovery.

Thanks for sticking around, and for your comments and support.
The last two years have been an experience, quite the unexpected one. One I have most enjoyed.
I don't have the imagination to throw some grand party to celebrate. So I shall just tip myself a cuppa
and and hopefully this long winded post will convey the gratitude I feel in the only way I know how.
Perhaps next year in february I shall be celebrating here
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Jane Austen's bicentennial of a most beloved novel

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If it is the general thought that a person who has a disposition that is apt to day dreams, and long periods of musings and spends countless lifetimes over papers and keyboards, opening a vein and letting there life seep into afore mentioned paper. With the sole intention of carving out a name for him/her self into the metaphorical history books where people who do great things are put and remembered for. Then there isn't a person who has done this more than Miss Jane Austen.
Now I'm not saying every writer writes for the sole purpose of getting recognised, and of course I would not say that every time someone jots down a story and gets published they will be remembered for it. But as I said at the start of this long winded sentence that if it is the general thought, than there would be no one more remarkable to anyone achieving these high expectations than Jane Austen.
In the remarkable case of miss Austen I must say that I really have no idea how plausible it is to dream of attaining here level of success. The sad part of it is that most of her success she was never to realise. But if she could read this from her writers heaven than I would really love to show her just how much people love her work. (Picture the Doctor Who episode, Vincent and the Doctor, where the doctor takes Van Gogh to see    just how much he is loved and appreciated after all that time.)
Sniffles that episode always does it to me. There is none such compliment that can be payed to an artist than that of the appreciation compliment. And miss Austen is a top recipient.
Why all this rambling ? Well in case you hadn't heard, today is the two hundredth anniversary of one of the most timeless love stories ever written. Timeless ? Isn't that a bit dramatic, what really is there to the story called Pride and Prejudice that makes it so timeless. There are many assumptions we can make about why, especially when the story isn't very complex, I mean that respectively in every way.
The characters are not unusual, and really unremarkable. So what is it that had gotten deep into the psyche of every person who loves some incarnation of the story or another.
I will place my theory here, to you in as plain as I can place it. Jane Austen always wrote from the heart. And yes that can be done even if one knows nothing of what one is writing.
The love stories evoke the longing of the heart to be truly cherished. Even for miss Austen that much is clear. And I could write nearly twenty pages on this being from out truest human nature longing for only the purest love that only one person can give and only one person gave.
But that's not the subject of this post. What ever it is that made this story to last all this time, and still be enjoyed by audiences after two hundred years is nothing short of Devine providence.
Pride and Prejudice is a tale that pulls at ones hears strings, because its a tale of the heart and nothing else, and that's why it's still so popular. So let me take this time with you all dearest readers to celebrate the long lasting letters that were so fatefully written in a young maidens flowery scrawl.

"It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife" 
            ~ Pride and Prejudice
Happy birthday to the story that still makes people everywhere smile and sigh in a happy way.
I can only hope that you and I endeavouring writers will meet with as much success as that book.
And Miss Austen our hats are off to you on this momentous occasion. If it were the eighteen hundreds we would no doubt hold a ball.
And I must say I would take the time to thank you for teaching me to be a fearless, and witty and heartfelt writer with as much sentament as I bodily posess, to be poured out on the pages. Even of only for my own satisfaction.


  '' I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too      long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun" 

            ~ Pride and prejudice 

         

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One Year Blog Birthday !!!

Life can get away from us sometimes (By us I mean me) things, ideas, thoughts, all seem to run when life comes-a-calling, my ever moving mind seems to not like having things to remember, things all cramped into my head and tucked away for some day of the less busy verity. I seem to have gotten away from the blog world for a few days, and what I have missed ! I always feel I'm missing something when I don't read all your lovely posts every day you all inspire me so.

It was this month one year ago that I started this little blog, I was so nervous to start writing being a bit shy, I worried about the first words I would write, I worried if anyone would even care to read my thoughts, how wrong I was for you have graciously let me know otherwise.
 I was pleasantly surprised by all your kindness dear friends, and I have been inspired and have learned so much from all of you, I truly have enjoyed hearing your thoughts ones that often made me think in a deeper way. This blogging experience has been quite exciting and I look forward to visiting your little worlds every day its like reading sweet letters from a friend, I want you all to know that you have blessed my life in ways I cant begin to describe. I wish I could thank you all personally so I say Thank you.

I started this blog to express my thoughts and have a creative outlet, oftentimes I have been at a loss for words and yours have inspired me to dig a little deeper and let the words flow, I have found kindred hearts that seem to speak to me in ways that are inspiringly open. So I am looking forward to another year of inspiration and I have a hidden flickering dream that perhaps I too may inspire someone else because of you and so on.
So dear friends celebrate with me, I have made it through one year when I never saw past one month, and every day I am learning to speak from the heart and hope to continue to learn from you, if that is alright.
much love you you all.