So, first things first - I have changed the name of the blog. The original title suited what I set it up for all those years ago, when I had a confused head and a mashed leg. Now I'm writing about gardening, which is something I once knew a bit about, and a new descriptor is required.
So 'Bewilderness' it is. With the wisdom of age, I am raking through the past, seeking to discover and impart clarity. In parallel with the content of the blog, I am doing a sort of restoration job on my life.
Now, I'm not a bestseller, I don't write block- or bonk-busters. I don't even write anything that coheres in any visible way, and yet I am constantly surprised that amongst a small coterie of enthusiasts there are people who are prepared to write and tell me that this drivel somehow lets light into their lives. I have copied and pasted below the latest feedback, just to reassure you that there is no reason to feel embarrassed or guilty if you find you like this stuff. There are others out there in need of the same medication.
'I love having you in my world!!!!!!!!!
I am printing this off to glue in my journal...
(if that is okay?)...
it gave me goosebumps and further acknowledges
your skill and artistry as an author.'
'I have just spent a delightful afternoon with you
and I always walk away from your words with
new eyes. I slow down. I savor. I have a peek into your life that seems a gift.'
Of course you can quote me...the first who has
ever wanted to I think!!!'
OK, so that is from a friend from across the Atlantic, but it's not cheating. It is real, and anybody who sticks with it, regardless of whether we have ever met, can become a friend too. You just have to have the kind of mind that tessellates with mine. And if it turns out that there are only four or five of you, then who cares? It's still better than being on your own.
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