OK, OK, so I’m finally on the web. About time, no doubt. Here I am—a born writer, making a living by putting everyone else’s ideas into words—and it’s taken me the entire history of the Internet to sit myself down and put my own story out there for others to read. I was just too chicken until now.
All of us have one. A story, I mean. Actually lots of ’em, all gathered in memory like so many beads tossed in a bowl. Fiery glass tubes. Lumpy clay blobs. Sparkling crystals. Big wooden rounds in primary colors. Occasionally we rake up a handful and string them together in whatever order suits us, as if creating some sort of personal rosary that reminds us of who we are. We wind strands together and call it a Lifetime.
That’s what this particular blog is about: A chance for you to join me on the front porch of the Internet as I stir through the bowl of my own memory beads and share what comes up.
I may free-write about a particular word of the day, or record a truth that I woke up remembering. Perhaps post a poem that came to me on a walk, or a vision that rose from a meditation, or a dream that stayed with me til morning. You may also find snippets from my journals and an occasional soapbox delivery.
And sometimes I’ll just post the rambling, “nothing” kind of talk that defines all our days—the meeting with a friend over supper, the fragrance of a rose I’d never noticed before, the bite of Thai basil plucked fresh from the bush and sent zinging around my tongue.
So come on in. Grab a cup and a chair and stay a while. Even I don’t know what will pop up next in this place.
