Dear Blog Family,
Wow. Double wow. Triple WOW! I am speechless at your response to yesterday’s second blog about Mean-hearted comments. Now I know where to turn when I’m having a bad day. You guys are the best!
Don’t you ever forget that.
And if you’re having a bad day, please stop by and I will listen with my whole heart and try to ease your stormy weather.
Had to blog early this morning to tell you: I woke up with a light heart, happy smile and almost no memory of why I was soooo sad yesterday.
Aren’t emotions strange things? One minute you can be sniffling in your coffee or weeping in your tea (some of us feel things so intensely, don’t we?) and twenty-four hours later the sun shines (OK, it’s too early to tell if the sun will shine here today, although, yes, perhaps, maybe, it’s looking quite hopeful) and we’re laughing and joyful, yesterday’s gloom already forgotten.
I so often process emotions relatively quickly. Because of that it’s hard to write blogs about these tides of feeling. You feel into the computer, sharing your thoughts, sharing your feelings to the depths of their birth and beyond, and then the sharing helps release them fully to the sky, to the greening earth, to the plucky spring wind. Yet, people are still reading your blog thinking you’re still sad, hugging you mightily, back in yesterday’s mood.
(Not saying this always happens–but more often than not it does.)
So I had to tell you today–everything is beautiful! Remember that crooning song “Everything is beautiful, in its own way…”? One moment please. I shall find a YouTube link for the youngsters among us or the formerly curmudgeon who detested songs like these in their youth and who are now reformed. Or those who simply remember their Sunday School days:
Sing it again, Ray!
Everything is beautiful in its own way, even Mean Comments. Ha ha! It’s much easier to say that TODAY!
Have been thinking about the poor people who subscribe to this blog thinking it’s a certain kind of blog based on reading one or two posts. My blogs keep changing incarnations, constantly. Here is my blogging genealogy chart:
1. Personal blogging
2. Spiritual blogging
3. Year-long outdoor commitment with focus on outdoors, nature, Upper Peninsula
4. Photography blogging with supporting stories
5. Writing blogs with supporting photographs
6. Memoirs (OK, maybe six of ’em?)
7. Funny blogs (This has been a pattern lately, truly getting a kick out of the humorous side of Kathy which surprises and amuses the living dickens out of me every time. Sometimes I sit and laugh here in the woods for five minutes watching funny sentences arise out of the typing fingers. Kathy being funny? How funny!)
8. And now, a cooking blog. (OK, one blog, yesterday morning, although you all missed Katrinka due to excessive sadness. My daughter said she was more upset about Katrinka’s demise than the mean comment!)
9. Stream-of-consciousness blogging.
10. Presence, Awareness and Non-Duality blogging. (My baby blog–Simply Here.)
11. Travel blogger. (These photos, which some of you have seen before, come from Fort Myers Beach, Florida, November 2010.)
What kind of blogging will rise next?
I want to listen more deeply to what the Universe wants to say…what photos the Universe wants to share…when the Universe wants to remain silent… That is my hope for the upcoming direction of this blog. (And of course it will probably contain ALL of the above kinds of blogging and more, just because the Universe is so multi-faceted!)
Just keep in mind that you might see more breaks in between blogging at times–so don’t fret if Kathy sometimes disappears for a day or six, OK?
You’re wondering about the headline, aren’t you?
Here’s a cute story my mom emailed yesterday.
The little jewel of our family is a four-year old named Taylor. He is the son of the son of my brother. (One moment while you ponder the appropriate relationship. Got it now? These family ties can be so complicated.)
Taylor–like so many kids–says the darndest things.
He was down in Florida with our extended family this last week. At one point, my brother, Tim, was fishing down by the boat. He caught a catfish, pulling it in flopping on the grass.
My mom told Taylor, “Papa is going to take the hook out of its mouth and throw it back in. That fish is going to be a happy fish.”
Papa obliged, removing the hook and tossing the fish back in the brackish waters of the Back Bay on Fort Myers Beach.
Taylor surveyed the scene with interest before leaning toward the water and saying, “Goodbye fish! HAVE A NICE DAY!”
We’re still laughing.
HAVE A NICE DAY!