Come, come, whoever you are
Wanderer, worshipper, lover of living
it doesn’t matter
Come, even if you have broken your vow a hundred times
Come, come again, come yet again.
Ours is not a caravan of despair.
Today I would have met my friend Jason. In one of our exchanges I told him I had mostly stopped writing, not because I didn’t have things to write or say, but because most of my energy for writing had been poured into my exchanges with him. He wrote back and said:
I love that you write me – but sad if it keeps you from blogging…you are talented and gifted…don’t deny all the people around you from hearing your thoughts – you make their life richer because of it. You make them think.
I am not the most heavily read blogger—my stats are abysmal. Sometimes wonder if I am writing just for the attention or adoration. I don’t read all of the blogs I want to, and rarely have anything to contribute in the comments of others. I wonder if my stories are interesting enough, I worry that I expose too much. I have stopped and started, switched platforms and redesigned a hundred thousand times since starting to write in earnest in 2006. Blogging can be such a grand experiment in ego tripping. But, the truth is …
today I would have met Jason. If I didn’t write, I wouldn’t have met him—or really—many of you. Overwhelmed with gratitude and grief, I recommit to writing once again.