This morning marks this blog’s last day. Sad? Mmm, sort of, but we’re growing apart, this blog and I. Everything is marvelous when I’m out of place or isolated and need space to reflect on how that happens and why, but I’m just not in enough pain often enough to continue on with it. The posts, you may have noticed, have gotten consistently shorter, shallower, and more spaced apart over the past six or so months. I can’t relate to the person that I was when I began here, and that has everything to do with the conclusions that I’ve reached since then.
I belong in small towns. It’s places like those where, as Tocqueville observed, our republic is most alive. Limited spaces make sense to me and, more often than not, contain those people who share my sense of the right.
I will always read and write lots and lots. But it doesn’t have to be earth-shattering every day. It absolutely does have to be beautiful and meaningful every day, but it’s also okay for me to write about the day-to-day and all the things that make me happy and affirm me – not only those that disturb me or make me uncomfortable.
White is as important as color. Nothing is more pure, more balanced, or more whole. White contains everything and yet is stained by nothing. That being said, color matters. This blog helped me figure out how to find the white spaces in my life; now I’m ready to experiment with hues.
God gave us everything and demands nothing less. My whole life will be spent figuring this one out, but I at least managed to get started on it this year. Now for the rest of it to unfold …
I might start another blog that goes with the things that I’m doing now. I love the blogging community that I’ve found here, and I like having a space to collect all of the words that flash through my head during the day. If so, you’ll probably find that one the same way you stumbled upon this one. Thanks for sticking with me – this has been a really great experience.
Spiritual Geography 