A Bit to Read

It was raining this morning when I got up, and though the sky is still heavy, it looks like it’s stopped for now. Yesterday’s promised thunderstorms never arrived.

At least I didn’t see them.

Appropriate for a day about borrowing jacks.

This is one of those mornings where I’m sitting here, writing our Wednesday post, and thinking about all the other things I have to get done today. I thought about giving you an abbreviated one.

I’ve done it before, and I have no idea, as I sit here, how long this one will be. That’s how it goes, day to day.

But this morning, I realized, I just didn’t want to do that. Why?

I couldn’t tell you.

Tomorrow will likely be different, the whole day will be a lot, but today I didn’t want to skip our morning chat.

Well, morning for me, whatever time of the day for you.

This tiny corner of the internet is a place where I can gather and name my thoughts, and I’m lucky enough to know many of you feel the same way. That we can look at a day, from whatever perspective in time we hold, see what may be in it, see what may not.

And then do what we need to do or continue doing what we need to do after pausing to catch our breath.

Or come as close to it as we can manage on that particular day.

This place is a little bit like a journal for me, left in a crowded cafe, open and meant to be read by any passerby whose fancy it strikes. It is as changeable as the clouds themselves, as unpredictably full of rain or lacking rain; full of snow or lacking snow.

But it’s also that demarcation to me, from lingering over coffee to jumping, feet first, into words.

And as variable as the others may be, the words here seem to be here, even on the days they aren’t. Because even on those days, there is space and room to tell you that.

It took a long, long time to find my rhythm here, to move from trying to create a “blog” to simply writing aloud.

But I don’t think it’s only about that.

It took a long time to find the other half of the equation, the people for whom that open book on a table is meant, there among the mostly-empty coffees and the quiet typing.

I appreciate you all, the ones who have been with me through the changes and floundering, and the ones who have recently found a space to gather your thoughts. It’s a kind of very modern connection but also one as old as humanity itself.

All we’re missing is the campfire.

Have a great Wednesday.

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Her Cousin Much Removed
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