Thoughts destined to be washed away by the tides of life. |
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. |
I dreamed about blogging last night. Lately, I have been dreaming a lot about blogging. Last night, I dreamed that I had an old blog that I transferred here to WDC. It was a recipe blog, but every entry was preceded by a long whine of my general dissatisfaction with life. They were good recipes, but I feel like I might have used them only to draw an audience. The recipes were just there to lure people to my complaint blog. Or, I might have been feeling guilty about having abandoned this blog for five months. Nah. I probably just want to complain. |