The wrong hands

As a person writing a blog for over a year, closer to 2 years, the first advice I received was in fact the best, be careful of what you say......
but my purpose in writing my blog was to let my fingers put down my thoughts, thoughts on daily moments lived, some enjoyed immensely and some excruciatingly painful, my blog that I loved the best is a mirror to my soul, it is my soul written out of my brain with the heart and feelings involve of a 52 year old woman who has lived life, embraced it, pounded it into the shape she wanted it to be in, kicked it in the ass when it would donkey up, and smiled at it when it gave off something wonderful or unexpectedly beautiful, she basked in it. That is who sunshine was. She is affectionately called Kath by her husband.

Writing is the only way I can capture my soul, that could possible convey the warmth and caring behind these eyes that have traveled many days, and years to reach these conclusions.

So...............she has had to pull her soul back into her own mind and heart, it has fallen into the wrong hands in error, by it's having been forwarded as a link...non deleted link from a non family email forward of a joke,someone on a job site bored...looking into my soul when they should for their actions and conduct of reading it aloud as a jest, and forwarding it onto others, look into their own soul.

My blog being shared was to give strength to others, to possibly verbalize where they couldn't, to let them know they weren't alone in the dung pile.

My blog was never intended to cause a problem or teasing or enemies to gain entry into the private life of someone I hold near and dear, and love pretty much most in life.

So as you nonchalantly tell me of these events last night....the words in my head that didn't come through my mouth......we again: I am sorry, I forgive you, and I dearly love you.
Blog down, new approach will follow.
The inner woman, not to be confused with the inner child.