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.



For now it’s still up and running –

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