Gifts of Grace

By grace

Blip is just ...

Blip is just ...
a bowl of porridge = a healthy staple with juicy bits, nutty bits, sweet bits ... all good for the heart.

At the turn of the year I set myself a deadline - be ready to post again (finally) in my other place by my chronological birthday and my Blip-day. I attempted to finagle the dates coinciding. I failed - screwed up the calculations, confused the Blip-counter and posted some truly awful images and very few comments over the last couple of months. But the deadline almost worked. I’ll be ready to post again on the blog next week. So Blip does help keep my feet to the fire.

I love that Blip is always here. Even when I’m absent or silent I look at your images, read your words, they touch my heart, feed my imagination and the writing process elsewhere. When I’m so immersed in the thread of my own story I can’t engage too deeply with comments. Sometimes not at all. Just can’t do it.

I love this variability. I love when you go away and I love when you come back. I love that there’s always a pool of people doing this thing, showing up here as best they can, whenever, however they can. I love that combination of freedom and commitment that allows for both intimacy and distance. I’ve renewed my membership as a birthday gift to myself so that I can at least leave a trail of hearts when I have no words to spare.

Yes, I’d like a better camera.
Yes, I’d like to learn something about photography.
You can’t hang around this place for four years and not aspire to both of the above.
And, yes, I’m hoping to participate more fully here when the floodgates of story are opened elsewhere once again.

Thank you for spilling your heads, hearts, guts, wisdom, humour, kindness, beauty onto my screen each day. You are as reliably good for my heart as a bowl of porridge with all the trimmings.

* DCCXXX=750 730 the number of posts I’ve managed on here, ‘though it’s taken me four years. I didn’t know those Roman numerals until today. I love that Blip makes me learn stuff each day, likely as good as blueberries for an ageing brain.

** In case you have no idea what all the references to writing elsewhere are about see here and here and here.



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