Random, I know.
Yesterday I was visiting one of my favorite people. I don’t know her. I’m talking about visiting her blog as opposed to a real life exchange, but reading her feels more like attentively listening — with heart and mind — to a gentle, articulate, private, strong, intuitive, intelligent friend.
I don’t even know her first name although it might be Candice judging from one of the comments I read chez elle. We have never exchanged an email. Our only communication has been through the occasional comments on our respective blogs.
She has managed to accomplish something many of us talk about when we’re together over a cup of tea or a glass of wine, and that is: “The Balance.” We struggle a bit with how much we reveal about our day-to-day lives. We ask ourselves and our blogging friends: Where do we draw the line? How much of our quotidian should we discuss out here in the wide, wide world of absolute exposure the instant we press the “send” button?
We all know that there are bloggers who share what I consider embarrassing aspects of their lives. Some accept payment to do so. Some go so far as to invade the privacy, I’m assuming this, of their friends and family. Many of the most popular bloggers have, it appears, exposed intimate aspects of their lives in this excessively public forum: being (unhappily) single, meeting “the one,” marriage, children, health problems, general malaise, and on and on.
Where do we draw the line? How much do those of you who so generously take the time to read and sometimes comment on our blogs want to know about us?
|These two glasses of wine have nothing to do with anything, they are simply a “device” to break up lots of gray text to encourage you to continue reading.|
A great friend and I laugh about her harried life and how she still manages to create a gorgeous blog. “Sometimes there are a pile of dirty socks next to the bouquet I photograph and post,” she said.
Therein lies the balance I think. Most of the time we share the best; occasionally we’ll talk about our disappointments, but basically we’re here to entertain and maybe from time-to-time inform or recommend.
All of our lives have their complications and challenges and sometimes they involve those we love who would be horrified if we exposed their stories in a blog post.
|Another “device” with peonies, my favorite flower.|
I imagine you are wondering (once again), “When is she going to get to the point?”
Yes, “For The Love of A Dog” . . . the woman whom I do not know, is considering getting a dog because she knows, like all of us who love dogs — whether we can own one or not at certain points in our lives — that they can change our lives.
They bring joy, purpose, calm and love. I cannot imagine living without a dog. I think doctors should be allowed to put them on prescriptions Xanax, no, never mind: “Get a dog.” Yes, they’re addictive, but they do not contribute to memory loss, on the contrary in fact.
She is a charming, poignant writer (with perfect grammar btw) who makes you feel the emotions she is sharing, for example click here.