What does it mean to write, when anyone with access to a keyboard or a PDA can pound out every thought that passes through their brain?
What does it mean to photograph, if a good digital camera with a 100 different style settings opens artistic opportunities up to 3-year-olds?
Who paints when an elephant's work fetches thousands of dollars at auction?
Who knits when socks are 6 for $5 at the discount store?
Why do we create, when everyone can be a creator?
I've been away from the blog for awhile. It was hard, lots to talk about but no way to get it out. Then it was something I thought about but couldn't put any effort into.
Now, I've been sidelined from knitting with a bum tendon in my left hand, and I need to find some other kind of outlet. I've been reading more books lately, and the itch to write just finally needed to be scratched.
There's all kinds of news, and the guilt that I have the Lion hasn't been documented as much as Slim is going to lay pretty heavy on me for the rest of my life. Sorry, kid, in advance of your years of therapy.
But I'll just start with this, and we'll see where it goes from here.
1 comment:
Dude - I think you left some words out in the second to last paragraph. I'm not sure what you mean...
Hope all is okay with you.
Mom, Mikee, Ben, John, and Sheryn all came to my Easter chapel service at the hospital today, and they helped me listen to and support a distraught family member of someone in the hospital. It was a pretty amazing experience.
Glad to see you writing again! I think we're moving into a creative time. I know I'm feeling it.
Love You!
Rie
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