Me doing a blog is fitting, I guess, only in that I am alive and life is full of irony. I remain a woman without a cell phone, whose family’s new computers are always old. And I retain serious concerns about what excess time on the internet is doing to everyone’s brains. On a neurological, emotional and spiritual level, having to have everything so fast, fast, fast, seems at odds with true creative thinking, reflection, innovation, and deeper understanding. One need not speak with very many friends at all in order to find people unable to sustain ongoing human to human contact with the pull of the electronic possibility, literally, at hand. Sometimes unable to be with their own children without glancing at the screen.
On the flip side, when I was so sick this past spring, it was through some blogs of great gentleness, depth and insight, that I found a tremendous amount of encouragement. So . . . I sally forth with this attempt at blogging, hopeful but cautious. I will post most weekdays but never weekends. I very much appreciate feedback but am purposely not checking the internet all day to see what feedback is there, either on my blog or in my inbox. This is an attempt to maintain balance in my own life, as well as to acknowledge the truth that your comments are of equal value one, ten or twenty hours from when you make them, because what is most valuable about your words is you. That is a truth I am determined not to let our information crazy world override. What I say, what you say . . . it’s all just words. You and I, on the other hand, have intrinsic value that just is. It might not be recognized, but it can’t be changed. For however long I keep at this blogging thing, if I can at least point a tiny light at the value of each of us, I will be content. For me, it is the simple notes of grace around us that speak so eloquently about what we’re worth. That’s why I write about them.