It is only about 4:30, I have been awake since 3:30. It is cool, rainy and both dogs have been out and in. We did not break the early morning silence this morning, thank-goodness. I love the sound of the stillness in these early hours. No television, no neighborhood nosies. Of course when "I" and I are outside we shatter the neighborhood stillness. I looked up on ask.com for the meaning of what a blog is. Of course I knew but I wanted a true definition of the meaning, This is as follows.
A blog is a personal diary. A daily pulpit. A collaborative space. A political soapbox. A breaking-news outlet. A collection of links. Your own private thoughts. Memos to the world.
Your blog is whatever you want it to be. There are millions of them, in all shapes and sizes, and there are no real rules.
In simple terms, a blog is a web site, where you write stuff on an ongoing basis. New stuff shows up at the top, so your visitors can read what's new. Then they comment on it or link to it or email you. Or not.
Since I have started this blog on December 28th. I have waffled back and forth on it. Some days I feel good about at and other days I think what a silly dummy, writing all this babbling drivel. But I guess really that is what a blog is, someones emotional drivel. I read the old memories back that I write, the endless opinions I have. I wonder if I really believe someone could possibly be interested. I have written here before I love to write. I have always had unknown thoughts come and go and from them sometimes find a thread that weaves into a story. I never really minded if people didn't care for my stories, they were my children, I loved them no matter the reaction of others.
This seems to be much different to me. I guess because these written words are me, the old memories of ninth street, they are who I am.
I am a Mother, a sister, a wife, a grandmother. I am a person who hates prejudice of any kind. Whether it be against race, sexual preference. I am starting to see as I read these blogs back, what is happening. When I stray away from my old memories, the me I am comes seeping through. The opinions, the silly ideas, the feelings I have. I just wanted to be sure I was not veering off the beaten path too much of what a blog is.
I am committed to this, to prove I can. I have been trying hard not to get up on a soap box too much. Anyone who knows me, knows I stay up there quite often. I feel a little better, knowing that is what a blog is all about. I also wanted to clear the creative cob webs that have gathered in my brain. Sweep them away and see if anything remains in there. The memories I have of growing up will always remain there, in my mind and in my heart. We all have them, tucked away somewhere in the back recess of our thoughts. Some good, in some cases, some not so good.
I have been trying to keep many of my personal opinions to myself. But as I wrote a minute ago, I am starting to see them seep through.
At the bottom of this page I have a daily Psalm, and a daily quote from Martin Luther King. A man who I think was one of the greatest oraters of our time. So as or if you look closely you will see the things I care about. I am a dreamer, I talk to much. I am opinanated, I have a tendency to be loud and not be always dependable. Doesn't sound too good. But I will keep this blog going. I will dust off the memories. I will tell you my opinion. And gripe about what ticks me off. After all, that's what a blog is. Ask.com said so.
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