NEW ADDICTIONS

I'll confess that I've started writing here for K. I enjoy her blog and the streams of banter in the comments. I've even started to venture into others that she recommends. "Write your own!" she encourages. She swears it'll be my new addiction, but I pray she's wrong. (She's already the catalyst for my dependence on email and more TV shows than I'll confess and frankly, I don't have brain cells for one more.) Yet somehow... I already feel the space calling my name. Blank pages to be filled with detailed accounts of daily musings that are suddenly post topics. Another way to organize my head, to breathe life into wisps of thought that would die quietly in the back corners of my mind simply for lack of anyone to share them with. (Which is probably what some of them should be allowed to do.) An invitation for banter of my own.

It's odd, the randomness of the thoughts you pull from an endless stream of consciousness and deem note worthy. What makes one more significant than the rest? I also find this to be true with Text Messaging, which K has just discovered (and has very quickly made me recant every threat I've issued to my teenage children about running up text charges on their cell phones). "Call them!" I tell the kids. But I finally understand that not all comments are call worthy, but some need sharing none-the-less. How lovely to share a very precise moment or thought as it unfolds, rather than wrapping it up and hoping you'll remember to open it later. How fun to be connected even when you've unplugged.

How addicting!


K, I suspect I'm LOST. :-P

AND SO IT BEGINS

This site is born at the urging of a friend who, in a master stroke of self preservation, has decided I have too much time on my hands and need a broader outlet for my mindless meandering than her inbox will accommodate. You know who you are. :-P

Aside from being another way to keep in touch with clever friends, it is also possible that this site is born simply of the need for another audience to provide witness to my life. It is, at the very least, an acknowledgement that some of the most special relationships in my life exist in spaces “off the map”. They took on life in a space that transcends physical presence, and are therefore creative in the ways they find to stay connected. They live and breathe on their own terms; in some ways more intimate and daring than those influenced by interpreted expression and body language. I also like to believe that they are somewhat untouchable by events that might change them if they were born and raised in the physical world.

(Like moving my life four squares over on the US chess board. My local friends are staggering with the implication of such a move, but those who live with me here in words and snapshots are unphased. I need the steady image of heads nodding in unison as I reel off all the reasons such a move is, of course, THE thing to do. Not the horror in eyes of people who doubt I have a clue. My digital world is a much softer place than my real world, I think.)

Perhaps it is the very thought that some of my life will remain intact, completely unchanged by such an upheaval, that make these connections so powerful. This space is another way to connect and honor the ties to those that are not affected by the detours in the road. I can also dare to hope it will help heal those that are affected most.

Perhaps this is a way to build something that will not need to be dismantled, something not tied to a time and place.

Perhaps it’s simply a hiding place.

And perhaps it’s just another way to clog K’s inbox.