Tuesday, May 14, 2013
I haphazardly post something to this blog every now and then. I mostly post mundane stuff with a side of theologicalizing. I don't even know why. I posted several very short reflections, around the time of my Mom's death, that might eventually become part of a spiritual memoir. That seemed purpose-filled enough. There are some reflections on scripture (also a short stint of purpose.) But, mostly there are just a smattering of short, poorly written recounts of days spent well, or, as often as not, in a state of melancholia. Now this post is not really an exercise in self-abnegation--like anyone who writes.... I would just like to know "why?" Some people blog because they want to write a book, or because they want to keep family updated, or because they have some burning issue that they want to scour and discuss, dissect, and propagate. This blog has really been none of these things. More often than not, it has simply replaced the writing that I might have done in a journal or a diary--not as personal, but, not, not personal. There it stands. I think more than anything this writing seems to be an exercise not unlike Hansel and Gretal's trail of breadcrumbs. Here it is. Some meager memories. Some sign that I was here, or there, or wondering through the woods. Nothing substantial, but maybe, enough to find my way back now and again.