Losing Contact

After last week's depressing post, I wanted to touch base to let y'all know I am still alive and kicking. JFing has been broken temporarily, pending prosperity and a little more ease in my financial shituation. Spring is here and with it kilos of fresh luscious greens for the cheap; divine. Can't stop humming in the beautiful sunshine, giving and receiving beautiful smiles all around.

Starting to feel in two-minds about this blog. Firstly the name, juicefeast restricts it to certain niche in time from which it has evolved and I think it needs to evolve now too. Secondly, its content, in all it graphic honesty is aimed at a small circle of readers, friends shall we say, whom I felt very at ease with discussing the intimate details of my 'raw' experiences becuase I know that they're on the same journey, leaving me beautiful comments and sharing their own precious paths. I have since discovered that it is quite accessible to others, my stats have rocketed with the imminent opening of a certain restaurant, and I have noticed people from that particular domain checking the content with the incessancy of the intigued, enthralled or the paranoid - leave a comment, if you will Joe. I have also noticed people coming onto my blog typing in my full name or the name of people in my family, and I feel quite exposed! I am not sure I feel so at ease with the information I put out there and I feel a sudden impulse to control or pull back in the the rope that I have naively thrown out there - not quite grasping that anything I throw into cyber space becomes totally public and indelible to anyone who wants to read it! And here's my typing away at all the intimate detail of my existence, hmmm! Hence my quietness these past few days, pondering 'me', divinely indulgent introspection and taking some time in Paris with my sweet. How restorative love is, one doesn't realise its missing, and then boom, you realise wowwwww, this is love, yeah, we're talking Jill-Bolte Taylor, right-brained euphoria!