Giving back…
So, I’ve thought a bit about my last post and how I was a bit anemic in my blogging urge as of late. My sister Dawn commented on my last post and immediately followed that up with an email as well. She blogs also. What was interesting to me is that she didn’t mention the blog post she had written the day before. It’s short and sweet…check it out at her blog here or read it below:
I don’t need to be famous, just profound. What is this urge to write? Do all 40-something women have a clicking talk needing to come out…running out of time? What kind of writer do I aspire to? Somewhere between Anne Lamott and Kathleen Norris with a little Madeline L’Engle thrown in. Well okay, L’Engle is a fantasical but let’s just say she has my utmost admiration. Then there is Henri Nouwen who always moves me, Brother Roger of Taize (recently discovered) and David Bergen, best writer from southern Manitoba. Undoutedly there are others, but these are the ones who weep with me in the 4 a.m. mist, over nothing and everything…a clicking talk needing to birth.
So after I read that I was a bit chagrined…and thought if I receive so much from others’ blogs whom I frequent…maybe I should give a little back. So, for now, I’ll keep pecking and picturing…and for those of you who come along with me…thanks. And thanks for those who encouraged me to keep going, in comments, or in person.




Glad you’re back
. I enjoy you!