The Full Notebook.

"Why are you doing this?" asked Patrick, as we both peered into the stark void of a blank Wordpress template. "I mean, why not just do a redesign of Notes? Why start all over again?"

"Because I like starting over," I said. "And because it's done."

Maybe the better word is "full." Imagine a thick, spiral bound sketchbook, bursting against its coiled spine, photographs and dried flowers and ticket stubs falling out of it, every page covered with writing on both sides, notes scribbled up and down the margins.

That is this blog, dear friends. Beloved, well-used, and complete.

When I began writing it nearly five years ago, on Christmas Eve, 2005, I gave it the first name that sprang to mind: Notes to Self. That was apt then. Now it's not.

I'm ready for a new space and a new metaphor: one that feels less like I'm letting people read over my shoulder, and more like I'm leaning across the backyard fence for a chat. "A good yarn," as my Newfoundland grandmother would have said.

So grab your cup of tea, bring your stories, and come meet me in my new backyard, Planting Dandelions. This full notebook will be here, lovingly shelved, anytime you want to come leaf through it.  From time to time, I expect, I will too.

With so much love and gratitude for all that this blog--and you--have given,

Kyran


Photo by Whitney Loibner