...it's either that or lose my mind, although some people I know think that happened years ago...kidding.
So as I wait for some cinnamon toast and a cup of tea, I've been thinking. Writing is one of my passions and I have not been doing nearly enough of it to fill a thimble. I haven't blogged since July and people are quickly going all Facebook to post their thoughts and ideas rather than what started it all...blogging.
A blog is something you can call your own. You conceive of the idea, decide on what you wish to convey visually and verbally and then you put it all together with a blogging wizard [the rest of the 99.9% that cannot write in HTML or XML, or whatever the code is] and wallah! I am a bit proud of my little blog as it did save my mind and heart back in March of 2006 when it was born. It was a blog about me at first, then about my opinions, then my reflections and editorials on what other people or entities were thinking or spouting, as the case may be...then it became about the Episcopal Church, about convention that year, about electing the first woman bishop, about narrow-minded members of the Church breaking off from progress and inclusion of all the baptized and the not-so-baptized. That's because Christ's love supersedes ritual or sacraments that we create to maintain an ancient yet living memory and distinction.
Don't get me wrong. I love the liturgy and the rituals of our denomination cement the earthly concepts we have of honoring one who sacrificed self for us. Our history and that of the world contains numerous accounts of self-sacrificing individuals who have given their life for others or country. But these things--are not necessary for salvation--however one interprets it.
I have written about love and loss, human and animal, about depression, about my shortcomings as well as those I perceive in others. When you are a blogger you can write about anything or anyone, almost.
Because I am a writer, a seeker and communicator, I write about stuff that means something to me or is reflective of who I am. Many people say "Oh, be careful what you write! You could lose your job!" I'm not worried, not in the least. And maybe this is why I will take up blogging again, and do it more often.
Facebook is ok most of the time, when you can figure out what the programmers are trying to do, and even when you aren't trying to figure it out, it keeps people in touch immediately. So the posts here will be more in the way of opinion, editorial, and spiritual. Occasionally maybe it will only be a photograph that posts, being a commentary unto itself. At least I'll try to keep the focus there. And to do so requires some discipline and focus. As for me, I hope to return to full time work soon. All the therapies I have been engaged in since the accident have almost run their course. There's some permanent damage that denotes a new normal which I have been trying to adjust to all year long, sometimes succeeding, other times just wanting to give up. But there are people, thank goodness, who won't let me do the latter.
I thank Rev. Tom and his wonderful Huberta for being there in prayer for me, as well as Shirley, Vicki, Denise and David, Morgan+, Meredith+, Carol+ and countless others who have befriended me with prayers across the country and overseas, bloggers, Facebookers, and Tweeters.
So let this be a new beginning for Come to the Table and for me.