Sometimes I want to turn back time and write a blog with the enthusiasm of 2009. A time when blogging felt like the be-all end-all of the Universe. To share about our Little House in the Big Woods! To respond to the six comments of friends! To deliciously dive into reading other blog posts, to resonate with the stories of friends from Nova Scotia, Pennsylvania, California, South Africa, Australia!
This blogging felt like a glimpse into the Bigger Wider World. Beyond these trees, beyond our humming wood stove–what joy to discover that a great Universe existed. To be able to communicate effortlessly with that strumming throbbing Universe! It felt like the greatest love…to share, to connect, to tell stories. To listen deeply to others.
My journalist husband always said–if you want people to read, be sure to post pictures. Even though my inclination is not photographing the visual world, I realized his perspective carried truth and bought a camera and snapped, snapped, snapped. Pictures of our life in the woods, along the shore of Lake Superior.
We each have different sides. There may be the side that loves to write, that adores friendships, that fosters relationships. And perhaps there’s a side that loves silence, meditation, connection with God or the Universe or whatever name a person describes the Holy. A side that thrills to simple presence, to simple being. A side that doesn’t need relationship as much as it needs connection to the Infinite.
It’s hard to be on-line these days. I keep thinking that sometime that won’t be true anymore, but it’s been true for a couple of years now. Until that swift moment of missing this incredible on-line world re-establishes itself. And then I miss: Robin, Karen, Elisa, Amy, Dawn, Carol, Reggie, Sybil, LouAnn, Barbara, Lori, Linda, Pam, Val, John, Nicole, Shirely, Barb, Susan, Robin, Laurie, Ruth, Deb, Jeff, Kat, Inger, Stacy, Brenda, Bree, Lucinda, Debi, Yvonne, oh a person could go on typing for hours just trying to recall all the interconnected blogging relationships. (And sorry if I left YOU out. I wrote a list of my friends on New Years and left out my very best friend–that’s the way this memory goes.)
I discovered how impossible it proved to keep it all up. They say an average person blogs for three years. I basically wrote my heart out for more than five before it seemed to stop. Seven years if you count other websites.
From another time…daughter in a wheelbarrow hugging a snowball
The heart recalls it all very fondly. It sometimes wants to return to 2009, or 2010, or that banner year of 2012. It still loves writing, but it doesn’t want to write another word about our Little House in the Big Woods anymore.
Until it does. Who knows? It could all change in February. It could all change in March. The dam may break and the words may pour forth again. I keep waiting to see. The reading of other friend’s blogs may happen again. But if it doesn’t…I remember and bless you. Thank you for the Presence you gift the world… Thank you for being part of this world of wild blueberry jam and snow sculptures. Thank you for shining forth.
What time in your life do you look back fondly? What time brings forth shining memories, even though you might not choose to return?