Getting this thing rolling

Dear ones, The first page is always the hardest. Oh the pressures of a blank slate ... the choice between so many different ways to start the telling. And how to begin the telling of our tribe? That's too big a task for words mustered late at night in a post-homework haze. So we'll keep it simple ... and start at the heart of it, which is the fact that love - the falling in, the falling out, the passing on - seems to be what has gotten us to here. To being this big, beautiful, wild clan of Kane's (although we started off as some other name and will, likely, evolve into others along the way). So we will start with love, as written by our brilliant Bear, and with some photos from the archive (check out the dropbox folder the elders are compiling to gift us all with our history). A note: this blog is a space for collective storytelling. With all the platforms and mediums out there it is hard to stay connected and thus keep a pulse on what's happening in the lives and minds of our far-flung clan members. Ever the guy with impeccable follow through, Maxwell made this blog happen. And, of course, our matriarch - mom, gma, Mago - made the suggestion. We have a password so that only those of us "in the know" can see what is posted here. Our security is fool proof - all you need to remember is: kane. Should be easy enough. Now, on with it, post away! LOVE the thing that saves us catches us, the  thing that gives us  its hand when we're falling off the cliff the emotion that saves us over and over again the  thing that binds us grieves us and chooses who we spend our lives with who we  are devoted  to and who we  never want to let go,chooses who we are in love with by Bear Oshri Kane