A Path to Miracles

That is what Open Diary was for me. It was a place where some very real connections were made. Where one wrote and read, commented and replied to each other. Where real friends entered one’s life … and only a very few were ever an ongoing bother.

It was where my first romances bloomed; where I could begin to be myself in a world in which that self didn’t fit. Where I could dust off and unbridle my soul and, as I wrote about often in the early days, feel as though I was walking on air, even flying.

It was a place where I frequently poured out the painful parts of that same awakening; along with the insanity in me as I worked out various issues that were a necessary if unfortunate part of this awakening of mine.

I made such supportive and positive friends and role models here! I was very sad, though, that I heard of my dear friend Rick’s death through a friend overseas and not from a diarist. However, that’s at least partially if not all my fault, as I hadn’t been around the OD community much for some time. There were site performance issues and life stuff that simply got in the way.

I’ve only been on prosebox.net once or twice, but plan on working out/on my befuddlement regarding the platform there, as Mood Swinger.

Nothing will ever replace the magic and wonder that my 12 years of reading and writing here on open diary.com have given me. So my heart is breaking, even as the text version of those 12 years sits on my desktop waiting to move onto a dongle.

I must thank my anonymous (well, not to me) friend for the lifetime membership; I always thought that would be my lifetime, not the site’s, as did she. Whatever the reasons … and I suppose I could list a few in a bitter tirade, but I won’t … it is truly a sad thing when such a vital community closes its doors.

So: Goodbye, dear Open Diary friends and all of you who have written and grown and delighted in the best things this place had to offer. May you all find peace, joy, and new places to grow your gardens of words, your havens of serenity.