Sometimes I wonder about keeping up this blog—like right now, and especially during the past two weeks since my return from Scotland. While on my trips, I feel I have something to share about solitary travel, as well as pictures of far away place to delight my armchair traveling readers. But when I get home, a writing lull sets in; I don’t need the socializing that writing offers me when I’m alone.
And then, what do I have to say that is new, interesting, or worthwhile? Here are some quick answers that just came to mind as I wrote that question. Writing helps me figure out what I’m doing and why; posting gives me meaning and purpose. If that’s true for me, it must be true for you who read the blog (over 100 a day). You must be gleaning something from my thoughts about silence, solitude, and simplicity. I knows some of you, but not many. I like to believe that this blog joins us together mysteriously in positive ways, if for no other reason that I am committed to write from a seat of gratitude with a cup half full always by my side.
And then, what do I have to say that is new, interesting, or worthwhile? Here are some quick answers that just came to mind as I wrote that question. Writing helps me figure out what I’m doing and why; posting gives me meaning and purpose. If that’s true for me, it must be true for you who read the blog (over 100 a day). You must be gleaning something from my thoughts about silence, solitude, and simplicity. I knows some of you, but not many. I like to believe that this blog joins us together mysteriously in positive ways, if for no other reason that I am committed to write from a seat of gratitude with a cup half full always by my side.