** If It's Past Midnight....It Must Be Sunday **

Happy Sunday Morning! Ever since I woke up Saturday morning at 6:00am, I've been planning to write on my blog. I managed to read my newest comments and respond to those. Thank you all so much! I browsed through a few blogs here and there and read my new e-mail.

One of those e-mails was from She Writes, congratulating me on being approved for membership! It looks like a wonderful site for writers in all genres, in all cities and countries. I haven't had much time to check it out completely, but it looks like a place I'd suggest to all my Writer-Gal-Pals! Just click on the button on the right, or on the link above.

Have any of you tried out Bloggers new "Template-Background" thingy?! All I can say is: BEWARE! There doesn't seem to be a "Trial" button, or a "Go back, I don't like this one!" button. It doesn't come with very clear instructions, either, in my mind. I found a really cute one I wanted to try out. It didn't do what it was supposed to do and it looked terrible. The more I tried to "fix" it, the worse it got. I don't know how I got back to my most recent (and present) one, but thank goodness I did! I also saw quite a few comments saying the same things on another blog...so again: Beware!

I have other things I want to write about, but those can wait until later Sunday, or maybe even Monday.
For now, I have a mahhhhhvelous poem by one of my newest writer-blogger-buddies: Susan Noyes Anderson.  Sue has both a blog and a website and she is happy to share her poetry, provided the copyright information is clearly visible, which I'm very happy to do! I'm also including the links to both her blog and her website.

I chose this particular poem because it pretty much "Tells It Like It Is" concerning my relationship with my "current" body these days!


Renewing the Vows

©1996 by Susan Noyes Anderson, Poetpourri

I almost divorced my body

a couple of years ago.

Certainly, we were separated.

Irreconcilable differences.

Growing in different directions.

It, wider and older.

I, wiser and bolder.

(there was no consensus on this)

We got down to dividing

community property

and hit a snag.

Several, actually.

Limbs, lungs, kidneys,

ovaries, breasts––

Matched sets, all of them.

Not recommended for removal.

To be separated only in case

of medical emergency.

So we worked it out.

Cut each other some slack.

Rebonded. Rebounded.

Reached an understanding.

Made a commitment.

I take this body.

To have and to hold.

From this day forward.

As long as we both shall

Live.

It’s not perfect, but

consider the alternative.

"You can only perceive real beauty in a person as they get older." -- Anouk Aimee