Thurs. morning....

I said goodbye here last week on Aug. 1, because the month I had said I would experiment with writing here and writing myself thin had ended.

But this morning it occurs to me that maybe I would like to continue to write here. I am wondering why. It feels like a lifeline. Like a way to keep on writing and keep some possibility alive. Is it that I will get thin by doing it? I don't think so. It just feels like.........a way of staying in the world. I don't think anyone will be reading or listening. But I sit here in the quiet house early in the morning. I look out my window into the trees, and I don't want to be alone.

Yes, I don't want to be alone.

I need companions. And even if I think no one is reading this, at any time, they might be. Like a person stranded on an island sending out bottles with notes in them. Somewhere in the ocean or on a beach, someone might pick me up, my message. Someone may pick it up and write back.

So, what is my message? Charles's message is about the Rincon and about the vision he is crafting for himself. Jenny's message right now is about her renovation. She may have a different message later, but right now the one she is putting forth is about her her house project and her new neighborhood. I like it. I wish she would write more about it.

I would like my message here to be a changing one. And I would like it to be available. What do I mean by available? Not everyone has a blog or wants to have one. But everyone who reads, would at times like to write. Something. You could do that here. You could say what you want to say on my blog. Could that happen? Like a real conversation. I would like to change the name of my blog. I listened to most of the book about the young woman who decided to make all the dishes in Julia Child's cookbook and write a blog about it. Can't wait to see the movie. There developed a regular community around her blog. But there was a focus there, the recipes and the cooking. People responded to that.