Thus Spake The Weasel's Wife: A Blog for All and None

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One of these things
is not like the other

So, last night I opened a second account. (Well, actually a third, if you count Hive account@theinbox, but that's kind of a special deal.) I dithered about it a long time. I dithered some more on the day I did it. I dithered until minutes before I told Peter (Hive account@catweasel ), ok ... go ahead and do it. Afterwards -- including today -- I was glad I had. That's how I know I've done the right thing. Full speed ahead ... no regrets.

I did this because I've always been a schizophrenic soul. I compartmentalize my life, my involvements, my interests. They sometimes don't overlap or integrate well ... except in me and the contribution each makes to the person I am ... and the person I become, from one day to the next.

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Just looking for a home

I can see how they work together. I appreciate the process. But then I think that's my job -- my real job, the reason I'm here ... living. To understand who I am, and why I am ... and how that all fits into some kind of greater meaning. Maybe not many people look at their lives and themselves that way. To me, that's the core of it all, the center of my personal gravity. That perspective is one of the main reasons why I am who I am ... and that's as it should be for me.

The blog I began when I arrived on Steemit -- Hive account@enchantedspirit -- was meant to be a metaphysical blog. It has drifted from that from time to time and I'm not happy that it did. That means I needed another place to work with and demonstrate the other parts of myself -- the way I needed another place to give Hive account@theinbox its own home, once I realized it was distinct and likely permanent and needed its own space, focus and reality.

I wasn't a bit ambivalent about opening Hive account@theinbox -- may it continue and may it thrive! The only question there was when to do it ... and the biggest problem was a grinding annoyance that Steemit won't permit me to transfer the old back-issues there so I can organize them all in one place. (That's not the only thing by a long shot that annoys me about Steemit. Stick around long and you're bound to hear about more.)

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One is just not enough

But this account can function as a kind of personal journal. It can let me participate in silly things -- like the contests and challenges that float regularly past my Steemit window. Here I can muse, and remember, and philosophize, and maybe rant from time to time -- and not really care who reads it. It won't pollute the integrity of my other accounts ... present and future. Here I can reveal dimensions of myself that aren't appropriate in other places, because the totality of this is me.

As with many things I am more than the sum of my parts ... the creation of my many experiences and interests. Here, perhaps, things may come to light that would otherwise have never found their way into words. I have written long enough to know such things happen ... and now, the place where mine can happen ... is here.

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I gotta be ME!!

Those who want to follow my metaphysical musings can still find those on Hive account@enchantedspirit -- free of all this other stuff. Those who want to pick up a more personal side can find that here. Maybe some would even like both. Stranger things have happened. They always surprise me when they do.

Welcome to Tales of the Weasel's Wife ---> otherwise known as Hive account@theweaselswife. It is home to a multi-dimensional character -- like every one of you.

About the art in our visual essays ...

Although sometimes the background pictures in our visual essays support the topic and text, they don't always. Sometimes the connection is clear. Sometimes it's symbolic and subtle. Sometimes, there's no connection at all.

The scenes depict landscapes and natural features, buildings and wildlife. They were chosen because they show something lovely or interesting ... or simply because the photo appealed to me.

Our spectacular and remarkable planet is changing at astonishing speed. Rarely are these changes for the better. Few people seem to know ... or care ... or have the will and power to do anything about this. It may not be long before the world humans have known and lived in for centuries is forever lost. We certainly won't be able to make repairs as fast as we destroyed it.

So a few years ago I began collecting pictures of the way things were ... and still are for now, a record of the beauty we have while it is still ours to love and honor.

The photos here are part of that collection, with sincere thanks to the artists who saw these moments ... and with their cameras ... preserved them. All of us at Enchanted Spirit are profoundly grateful to them for their generosity and skill ... and for the added grace, depth and dimension their art brings to ours.

Original images used under this Creative Commons license or this Creative Commons license and modified by added text.