Something I've been thinking about over the last couple weeks and seems pertinent today...
Blogging is sometimes like a gift left behind for someone to find.
(I wanted to take these to the stream in the park near my house but didn't get there this weekend.)
It is sometimes a letter to a friend,
(Briar out in the garden. She is much better.)
Sometimes an act of activism.
It can be a sharing of ideas with the hope to inspire, (New post up at bee creative cooking.)
or a collection or gathering.
Blogging is sometimes a moment of joy or sorrow that we share.
Or a sharing of our landscape, the beauty of it.
The knowledge that this is something we also share.
It is sometimes a conversation and sometimes a quiet corner, a place to rest.
There are so many possibilities...