Back in the 50s the Moms in my neighborhood used to get together in the morning in someones home for coffee, or chat together over the fence. I lived in a new subdivision and all of the backyards were connected by bare fences, making it fairly easy to see a friend playing in their backyard down the street. We would climb and criss-cross over those fences and play in anothers yard. Who wanted to walk around the block? Anyway, I digress...back to the Moms. Today, you see young mothers, nannies, grandmothers, congregate in the parks, or at planned Mommy & Child activities. Women come together in church, or quilt club meetings, lunches - all sorts of ways.
But by far - this, these blogs, are my favorite "new" way to come together. Yes, we are all miles apart, isolated in front of our little computer screen, talking to a keyboard instead of a real person, but think about it. We are able to share our thoughts with anyone at any time - any person, anywhere that wants to listen to what we have to say.
I know far more people read what I write than comment on it. But those that do comment let me know that there are people out there who are listening. From them, I know that what I have to say has planted a new thought, given a smile or a laugh, or inspired a new thought or action.
I do this to talk to you, but more importantly, I do it for myself. It's my 21st century journal. For some reason, it's easier for me to keep this kind of journal than a pen and paper one. Like any form of journal keeping, these entries allow me to see patterns, draw conclusions and connect the steps of my day. When I wrote yesterday's entry, I felt it was about 3 different things - the lunch, the flowers and the sky. But reading the comments, and then re-reading it myself, I see that they are all connected. Beautiful! I love to be able to look back and see how everything is connected.
Let me tell you one more story today, and this is something that I just now remembered. I am pretty surprised (shocked) that I had forgotten what I am about to tell you. (See? this journal writing is pretty powerful.) When I first started creating Fragments, the very first ones each had a story that went with it, along the lines of what Brian Andreas does. Just a paragraph or two, often a personal recollection inspired by the photo on the Fragment. When they got to be so popular, I had to forgo the story because writing them took too long. But here's the catch - for me, the stories were the part I enjoyed the most. I thought no one would be interested in reading what I wrote unless they were forced to read it or happened upon it. I had a few repeat purchasers who told me that they missed the stories. Most people never even knew they existed. And here I sit today, having totally forgotten about them.
So what does all this mean? Well, I for one, have totally inspired myself to take up writing these stories again. I'm very excited about this remembrance. This could be that hole that I have been feeling with my art. And what does it mean for you? Well, that's for you to answer. But I hope that our little chat today over the virtual fence does inspire you to journal, either in a blog or a book. This is the perfect time to start. Make a commitment to yourself, a resolution. On Christmas day, after my 12 year old daughter, Kelly, opened the gift of a journal, my 85 year old father said, "I wish I had kept a journal. It's really the best thing anyone can do." It is. You never know what effect your words will have. If I hadn't decided to write this blog entry today, I might never have remembered the stories. What a gift to myself!
Do not trust your memory; it is a net full of holes; the most beautiful prizes slip through it. ~ Georges Duhamel