Good Sunday morning, friends. At 7am there’s a perfect day happening outside my door, how about yours?
I made a bold move last week – after five years’ of sharing my thoughts here I no longer had any idea who in my social media circles had been invited to the blog and who hadn’t, so I lobbed it out there, “Come one, come all,” which sort of made it sound like I intend to write something. Again. Some more. Or for the first time, depending on your viewpoint.
Which I do. Eventually. Trouble is, I’m finding that I don’t have much to say lately. Or I have too much to say and don’t know where to start. Or I’m a little chicken to start because I don’t know where the stopping point is. “Saying” has so little effect one way or another, really. But then, not saying feels disingenuous and phony.
Sticking to safe topics would mean talking about grandchildren, of which I have none; pets – unfortunately, none of those either anymore; gardening, which I don’t do; sewing – nope; books – I love them and it’s been known to happen here, but face it, it’s been done to death, right?
Memories. Maybe we’ll talk about some of those again. They’re safe because they’re mine and they’re over with – they don’t hold the power to mess up anyone’s day. Tomorrow’s anybody’s guess and I’m not too cranked about today so maybe I’ll go back and see what else I can dig up from Grandma’s old trunk…
Playing for Time 
Aug 13, 2018 @ 06:56:37
Our thoughts may roam freely but words when spoken or written can so often provoke anger in others;that anger has made us fearful of the backlash that can so often come back – like a boomerang, yet we persist in believing that in a democracy – freedom of speech should be respected and a person’s right to that must be defended as well as respected.
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Aug 13, 2018 @ 07:23:26
You’re right, Maureen, in saying that what we’re never quite prepared for is the consequences of the exercise of our right to speak – it’s so true. What’s disheartening to me in the present atmosphere is that there’s so much to speak out ABOUT. I’d feel wretched if I stayed silent, so I’m not whining – just venting. Thank you, as always, for reading, dear friend. ❤️
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