I’ve been thinking for a bit about having a blog, and inevitably I come back to the question of why? Why on earth do I need a blog? Who would I think would read, and what would I write about?
Well….I have no idea who will read. I have an inkling what I will write about, and that is mainly why I want to have a blog. Life is going by a little too quickly for me at the moment, and this is my way of slowing things down.
I want to have a space where I can think, where I can wave my hand at some friends and shout across the country about what is happening in this corner of reality.
So, off we go.
Actually, off I go. I’m not telling anyone about this little venue for thoughts until I have a few thoughts. This is just my kick-off post. To actually commit to doing this for a bit.
Oh, and the title….I hate coming up with titles. So I stole this one.
It’s from Madeliene L’Engle’s first novel, The Small Rain. One of my favorite novels, made all the more favorite because, well, she signed my copy of her first edition.
The title comes from an anonymous poem from the 16th Century:
O western wind, when wilt thou blow
That the small rain down can rain?
Christ, that my love were in my arms
And I in my bed again!
Sometimes, I think we need the small rain. Not the flooding, overwhelming downpour, but just the small rain that comes and refreshes. That is part of what this blog is about…a chance to refresh and think.
So, The Small Rain. Off we go.