2021/05/31#p1
There are times when I look at the blog and think it should do something, be something ā have some grander purpose or goal. I feel that it should be more erudite and profound, that it doesn't reach anything like its full potential.
Maybe that's true, but then I catch myself and think that it is doing its job just fine ā what is a blog, after all?
Blog, weblog: a personal online journal that is frequently updated and intended for general public consumption.
Simple.
No frills. That's all it needs to be, trying to be anything else is forcing it, trying too hard. Erudite and profound are not prerequisite but welcome at any time, when it is natural for them to show up. Just like happy, sad, funny, boring, existential ā they all have their place and time, allow them the freedom to find it.
The lines blur between the public and private journals; usually they are separate, different venues for distinct purposes, but it was always imagined there would be interplay, each feeding the other, two sides of the same coin that occasionally could/would be flipped. Thoughts and feelings stray from one realm to the other, provide a glimpse behind the curtain, make the public journal feel more real and connected.
There need be nothing more.
2021/05/31#p2
The following line came to me while in the garden as a few leaves occasionally drifted down from the tree:
Leaves softly fall from the tree as though it gently weeps for each one lost.
2021/05/31#p3
I've just been watching one of the coal tits taking the food from the feeder and bury it in a few of our planters. I know this is normal behaviour for them but would prefer that they didn't do it in with the veg š
2021/05/31#p4
Liked: dianoetic...
On the switch to a more "garden-y" theme layout:
"The contrast from a timeline format really gets me appreciating the garden metaphor now. This is where I come to sit in quiet contemplation, or wander among thoughts and ideas that interest me at the moment. This is where new values grow."
Interesting š¤
