The world does not need another blog.
Or, perhaps, this is not about the world, and all of its subterranean effervescence and grand summaries.
Very recently, a dear friend challenged me that she should not be a blogger, because she has nothing terribly important to say. (I have heard this before, from many of you. Yes, I’m looking at you.)
Well, this is my apology. I think she does have something to say.
I think you have something to say.
I will say something.
I have been a half-hearted blogger for the last three years. Prior to that, I wrote words on this digital paper to help process aloud what I could not name in my heart. The blog was a medium for me to do such a thing in-such-a-way that others *might* find beautiful. Or more at home.
Writing is essentially a practice of hospitality. I’ve realized how much I’ve missed it, in this form.
It is time to make a return.