Work called, life called – I had little time for my blog. Only a handful of days but I noticed and I missed it. My writing journey craves connection. In blogging, we tell stories together. As Brenda Walker muses, the “storyteller doesn’t have a monopoly on the exercise of the imagination; the reader is a storyteller in waiting.” A blog is our conversation. In blogging we are all makers and as “makers shape into being ..” (Alberto Manguel).
I am a pilgrim searching for connection and “the world is the text I write on my skin”, says Vandana Shiva.
We make, we write and read. Reading, says Brenda Walker, “is a temporary loosening of the ego, when we read we move away from ourselves. .. we dissolve, just a little: we’re pleasurably lost”.
I have missed being lost and away from my moorings, floating in the flow.
My blogging lamp is brought to you from a special time in Le Marais, Paris and the street art was on a pavement just outside the door.
I know the feeling. It is undeniably true that for most of us, our blog is much more important to us than to our readers. It’s not such a bad thing.
Thx Matt .. I really like this community and I really like writing away not always knowing where I will go!