It was the name of my original blog.

The title taken from one of my favorite poems:

Considering that, all hatred driven hence,   

The soul recovers radical innocence   

And learns at last that it is self-delighting,

Self-appeasing, self-affrighting,   

And that its own sweet will is heaven’s will,   

She can, though every face should scowl   

And every windy quarter howl

Or every bellows burst, be happy still.

                                       ~W.B.Yeats

 

For now it’s still up and running – ItsOwnSweetWill.neebeep.com

But soon, in a month – perhaps more –  I imagine it will no longer exist. Well, aside from several posts which I re-edited and compiled into books. (Bookettes I call them. I’m one of those “big book fanatics” you may have heard of. Anything under two hundred pages just doesn’t cut it for me.)

I am also painstakingly organizing (nearly) the entire thing, (almost 2000 posts in just under six years!) into a series of “blog books” as a keepsake, a journal of sorts, for myself.

It’s a big job. Leaving the distinct possibility of Its Own Sweet Will, (here is the full poem by Wm Yeats, it should be on everyone’s reading list!), being around a bit longer than I’d once imagined.

Which is actually kinda nice.

its a new day