May 1, 2008
For most of my life, I have been fascinated reading about things. But in this second wind of life that I have been given, I find myself wanting to read about people. I have been wandering online blogs for almost two years now, pollinating here and there with comments, and it has been a wonderfully enlightening experience. I am reading posts that are at times angry, sexy, fun, heartbreaking, hopeful, droll, startling, revealing, and always informative. Such richness fills the heart and mind.
My verbosity of late has been practically hijacking the comments sections of my favorite blogs, and I have been encouraged to start one of my own. I have been pulled for a while now to do this, fearful of being sucked in, never to be seen again by those whom I love in Real Life. This will be an experiment in communication and time management.
So with the understanding that posts will be uneven in quantity and quality—like anywhere, I guess—I begin.