Thanks for Flying with Me.

Three years ago today, I hopped into a blank blog and named it Rarasaur.
I learned to pilot, left my worries behind, and flew so far into the sky that I became part of her.

I became a Presser.
I became a blogger.
I became a writer.

I became part of a family of writers, readers, and bloggers. My blokin.

My Best Beloveds.

Years later, here we are, despite the turbulence and rainy days.

Thanks for flying with me.

Thank you for never leaving me behind.
Thank you for always leading the way.

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Want to celebrate with me? Here are my suggestions:

1. Think a good thought. A really big good thought.
2. Introduce me to someone or something I might not know. A blog, a YouTube Video, a TedTalk, a musician, a book, a food.
3. Post a link to something you wrote or did while I was away.
4. Leave a comment on my about page. It's one of my go-to-sources for re-finding people and sites when I lose them. Which happens more often than I'd like.
5. Leave a comment for someone you met at this party.*
6. Tell me something I can do for you.

I really wanted to have this blog all prettied up before this post went live, but obviously that didn't happen, so you'll just have to excuse my dust.

You don't really want to be staring at the ground anyway. We're not headed there. We're going

up ...

up ...

until our floor is lined with stars and our wings kiss the edge the galaxy.

Here's to year 4, Best Beloveds.

May it be gentle and glorious.

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* Tip: Comment, and then just click the name of whoever commented right before you. Head over to their blog, pick the most recent post, and say hey. Stuck on what to say? Try: We met at a dinosaur party a little bit ago. My name is --. You seem like the sort of person I could be frightfully wondrous with, so I popped over to say hey.