I know. Nothing here for a week. But a tooth throbbed trouble, and I’d scheduled a bus trip (since I can’t trust my dystrophy eyes anymore for long driving, despite astounding vision improvement this winter), and sunny days with a little grandchild are rare and fleeting, so even with the big jaw lump on the right side, and the wearied body and the occasional reruns of throbbing, that’s where I turned my focus and used my time.
But none of those reasons for blog lag are the first and primary…
Even before the pain started shooting through my lower face, the call rang clear, to step back for a while.
Blogging can be good, but blogging can eat up real life. Life is not a blog, nor doth a blog a life make. When every beautiful sight or lovely sound or moment of insight becomes a compulsion to grab a camera and shoot this thing, or jot down this thought— to “share” (with the whole world)—then my life becomes a blog,no more a real life…
And so today I go a-walking with them, sans camera—or if I take one, only for the beauty of the moment itself.
Every golden moment is not meant to share with all the world. An open forum on the world wide web provides no intimacy. Only settings apart do that, shared exclusively with the few, or the sole one other. Whispering sweet nothings over a crowded-mall loudspeaker may get you lots of attention, but the conversation can hardly be called “private,” “privileged,” “intimate.” For individual closeness with a family member or friend, for rich intimacy with God, coming aside, completely aside, is vital.