please stand and speak clearly into the microphone...

well, i'm nervous. wringing my hands. what do you say in your first ever real blog? my eyes shifting, i look over my right shoulder. it took me nearly eleventy-billion years to pick a name for this thing. i finally swallowed hard a few minutes ago and hit the save button on "captivating persephone" but i'm still a little concerned that some part of the word captivating might mean something dastardly and deplorable in the slang language of a tribe just outside of timbuktu, but only when combined with a word ending in "phone" and used on the last monday of any month consisting of 30 days.

all irrationalities aside, here's what i've decided that you should know. i chose persephone because she is me, and who i want to be. she is the goddess of innocence and receptivity. she was stolen away and hidden, but even then, as queen of the underworld, a circumstance she did not choose for herself, she shone with grace and beauty, bringing brilliance to that darkness. i feel like we'd be sisters if she were here. i bet she didn't like to cook, pay bills, or shave her legs either.

i chose captivating for the simple reason that i have been captivated. if you saw my left wrist, you'd see characters spelling out the greek word for bond slave. i'm not embarassed to admit that i am absolutely taken with god. possessed. driven to distraction for love of him. i made my commitment. i chose to belong first to him for the rest of forever. it is not easy to captivate me. i won't be taken quietly. imagine captivating grace and light. kidnapping is really your only solution.

so there you have it. i like to write. understatement. i love to write. but i expect it to mean little to most people. this is a space to regurgitate the cacophony that wanders about in my mind.