Blogs are interesting. My blog is about recording memories and writing a few sentences of good words sometimes. Yesterday I drove to Salt Lake to do some last minute shopping for our trip and spend a few hours with Becky and Emmett. As I drove home, I had so many thoughts that surfaced, and I kept thinking, "I should write about that for my blog." But then, "Hmmm, I think it's already on my blog." For my Aunt Norma's birthday, I wrapped up a package of my favorite cocoa from the kitchen store and included a recipe for chocolate cookies with oatmeal and mini choco chips. Have I put that recipe on my blog? It's a good one. I can't remember. (Should label my posts better.) To create new blog content that is delightful and/or well-written can be time consuming, sometimes a bit contrived, and, well, boring. But if my blog is about my life, then it has to include the over and over-ness of the days, weeks, months and years. Life is made up of routines, seasons, traditions, annual events, and the mundane-ness of the morning, the dinner hour, the Wednesday afternoon. Blogs, journals, photographs, scrapbooks...even social media help us by recording these everyday things.
This poem by Mary Oliver expresses how I feel. "The song you heard singing in the leaf when you were a child is singing still."
What Can I Say
What can I say that I have not said before?
So I'll say it again.
The leaf has a song in it.
Stone is the face of patience.
Inside the river there is an unfinishable story
and you are somewhere in it
and it will never end until all ends.
Take your busy heart to the art museum and the
chamber of commerce
but take it also to the forest.
The song you heard singing in the leaf when you
were a child
is singing still.
I am of years lived, so far, seventy-four,
and the leaf is singing still.
~ Mary Oliver ~