D asked me last night if I was still blogging- ouch! But when I read this great post over on Kate's blog (gosh that girl gives great blog), it started me thinking yet again about the irony of the often inverse relationship between having things to say and having the time to say it, the filters and distillation. I recall the same thing about journal writing in the olden days before blogging.
If you have been hanging out here for a while you could be forgiven for thinking I sit and machine knit all day and buy yarn, when of course much more happens. More happens and much more is contemplated and thought about and formulated in the mind.
There is much in their situation that is different from mine, both because of our cultural difference and just simply different lives, but there is so so much more that is the same. And it shouldn't surprise me, it doesn't surprise me really, but wow, it hits me daily how amazing, how wonderful it is that despite the many surface differences we are able to jump right in to that pool of the human condition and laugh and commiserate and celebrate together.
So I don't care how trite it seems to say it, I feel incredibly lucky and privileged and humbled, and all the more so because it is in such an ordinary, real life kind of way.