I took a break from writing on
this blog because things in this world felt overwhelming, and the information
we all get in the course of one day felt like it was too much. Why add to it on the Internet? Sending
thoughts out into the world is the eventual natural desire of someone who wants
to write stories in books. But in this
current modern age, I wonder how this should really look for someone like me.
The things I tend to say on
this blog are fairly intentional about the things that are right in front of
me. Teaching, experiencing this world in
different ways through interesting people, the things of our culture that
astonish and impress. (Or don’t.) I know what I tend to say, and how grave it can sometimes sound.
It goes like this. I come to the page with a vague agenda in my
mind of what I actually want to write.
Then the words come out. And are instantly said here. But I’m not
sure I like that I all of the time. I
am not sure if things that sound so deep in the end, which have initially come
from just traipsing along in life and noticing what I am seeing, is my favorite
thing.
