Do I read blogs? Sometimes. Do I follow any? Not really. Nevertheless, I’ve finally succumbed to creating my own, something my kids have been nudging me to do for awhile, which means I ought to have at least a couple of readers.
The truth is, I’d rather curl up with an old-fashioned book, or something tangible, like a newspaper or magazine. Yes, I am of that generation. Still, I have a Kindle and like it, and I spend plenty of time on the computer. Like everyone else, I pick and choose, constructing my life with what’s available, and for the most part, I feel grateful for the choices.
That doesn’t mean I always appreciate the bombardment of information, commentary, advertising, and propaganda that being connected presents me with on a daily basis. All those ingredients can lead to a veritable stew of confusion.
Sometimes, though, they come together just right. Whether in a slow simmer, an explosive boil, or a quick sear, when we aren’t afraid to throw what we find into the pan, clarity, inspiration, and understanding can come.
Here’s to potluck.
2 thoughts on “Into the pot”
Welcome to the blogging life, my dear friend! Most inspiring and I know you will have insightful and entertaining things to post! xottf
So looking forward to following your blog, Milva!!