By your words I can see where I’m going;
they throw a beam of light on my dark path. (Psalm 119:105 The Message)
My first impulse is to catch everyone up on where I’ve been lately. Last time I was here, I was climbing into an empty box. But I did climb out, it wasn’t like Alice in Wonderland or anything like that.
I wanted to post tonight just to say, “Hey, I’m still here!” and “I’m thinking about posting again.” Sometimes I get into a bloggerly angst. What’s my purpose here? What’s my niche? Who is my tribe? And then, I remember, this is my online diary. A space where I can be rambly random. Be topical or not. Post cool photos that I like. Pose questions. Share a defining moment or two.
I was trying hard to come up with some inspiring thoughts. My mind was somersaulting with ideas of how to catch you up and explain what this summer has been like, or tell you about some other recent events, but that seemed lame and laborious, because I haven’t been here since June.
In January, I gave myself a goal of posting once a month, but then I got interested in other things like knitting and going through closets. Plus, I really enjoy my creative outlets of making art and teaching art classes. And I like hanging out with people in real life. And going to lots of plays. So when would I blog?
But as summer edges into fall, I feel a tug to come back. I want to prepare a meal of words, to scour the pantry for some savory prompts, and raid the refrigerator of leftover ideas that I haven’t shared yet.
So that’s all I have for tonight.
What are you hungry for? Words, prompts or ideas?