I've been studying my cover photo for a while now, and it seems to me that it is more than just a photo of what is there that can be seen, more than just three white rocks stacked on a beach. It contains an important question about the future, about what happens long after the photographer has gone. What will happen to our pile of stones when the tide comes in? Will it topple or has the architect built this structure at a safe distance?
I don't know what will happen to these words that I stack here on the sand. They may prove safely distant, or they may be swallowed up by a rush of self-doubt. They may be here for a season. They may lose their balance and be scattered by the shoreline, or be hidden away under shifting sands. Perhaps someday, the tides of life will reclaim them.
Or maybe that's just a bunch of poetic, romantic nonsense. After all, this is just a blog.
Amethyst Angel h✟k ♡ I suppose those must be one the new emoticons. I haven't even checked those out. Don't suppose they added a curmudgeon emoticon for me, though.
I get that life thing. Driving my daughter and her family to visit a friend in the hospital this past week has made keeping on track here a bit more of a challenge than just my usual tendency towards procrastination. On the plus side - I hope! - getting to see grandkids on the regular is pretty special.
Celebratin'Slipslidin'Senior It's amazing to me that anyone can report on things like "cockroach milk" while wearing an "I'm a serious journalist" face. Who needs "offbeat news"? The regular, serious news is insane enough.
I am using a different computer setup this morning that is not my own. I don’t have ear buds that are synced to this computer, therefore, I cannot watch and listen to youtube videos to distract me from actual writing. This is hell.
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