We meet again!
I find it interesting that I did not meet my once a month blog post pattern for May, June, and July.
I enjoy Facebook. I notice that people use it in a variety of ways. Many catalog the ins and outs of their day. Some share inspiration, political beliefs, political disbelief, worries, prayer requests, recipes, photos, photos, photos. Did I mention photos? I think I share a bit of all of that, though I avoid politics for the most part. There are unwritten rules as well as written ones I suppose. Tweeting is probably more for the moment to moment sharing of your life. Blogs are probably appropriate for anecdotes. I realize I quite intentionally ignore rules and tidy organization. I mix it all up. I think I have been blogging on Facebook and when I am told (gently) that my status update is too long, they will kindly edit and turn it into a note. Perfect. My family and friends are spread all over the place. I love the sharing of photos to have a window in and feel some sense of connectedness. My Project 365 is merely “housed” on Facebook in my albums. I really like sharing my grateful post each day. I am nearly done with turning my first Project 358 into a photobook. I cannot wait to hold it and flip through the year of gratitude.
I cannot forget the helpful resources I find on Facebook. I have saved a lot wading through all of the coupon bloggers who search out deals for me. I also learn and grow as a parent and educator for social justice as I follow organizations of like minded individuals.
It seems I have been resting my thoughts on Facebook conveniently. I have a tale or two I have been saving for here.
I think it is time to write again.
It might just be me and mama reading…that works:)
The joy is in the writing. The point, I guess, is that we lay it down somewhere.
I am reading Word After Word After Word by Patricia MacLaughlan. I LOVE the way she shares in this story about why people write.
Henry asks Ms. Mirabel, an author visiting their 4th grade class a key question she answers beautifully:
“And then Hen asked the question that made all the difference to us.
“Why do you write?” he asked.
Ms. Mirabel sighed. There was a sudden hush in the room, as if Ms. Mirabel was about to say something very important.
As it turned out, she was.
“I, myself, write to change my life, to make it come out the way I want it to,” she said. “But other people write for other reasons: to see more closely what it is they are thinking about, what they may be afraid of. Sometimes writers write to solve a problem, to answer their own question. All these reasons are good reasons. And that is the most important thing I’ll ever tell you. Maybe it is the most important thing you’ll ever hear. Ever.” ”
*sigh*
Exactly.