Monday, May 1, 2017
On writing and blogging
Why do I blog, anyway? First and foremost, like all bloggers, I do like to write. I started a journal when I was 10 years old, and I had a number of pen pals growing up, mostly cousins who lived on the east coast. Blogging is a bit like both of these things. It's a great way to keep a record of my life, especially because I'm rather forgetful. Sometimes I read my old posts and they are like finding new stories. Ha!
Blogging is also a lot like having pen pals -- writing posts and then reading other blogs and leaving notes, and then that blogger comes back to mine and leaves a note. Sometimes we email in between.
For me, writing brings out the color in life. I'm forced to look for more details. It isn't enough to say that I love to garden or that I like flowers. I want to learn how to make the colors appear on the page. The blush of the peach rose, the soft velvety red of the geraniums in a clay pot. The tender green shoots of Lily of the Valley striving to reach up and burst into little white bells of fragrance. It takes practice and commitment to come to the page, and I often coax myself with pretty notebooks and favorite pens.
Anne Morrow Lindbergh says that "The writer must stay centered in the moment. Both fear and hope are in the future and one should not be thinking of the future. To write one must be steeped in the present." I think that is writing's greatest gift for me, the ability to be in the present moment.