Words and Time and Memory

When you don't blog in real time real time flies right on by. 

It's hard to go back and write about simple things that weeks ago brought joy when time is racing forward. When the wider world is screaming in war and heartbreak. Why even bother? 

I was chatting with someone recently who didn't know I had this little corner of the internet, and when I explained what my blog was she asked, 'So what's the purpose'? She wasn't asking in a snotty way, she was genuinely curious about the point of it all. 

I struggled to answer in the moment, but have given it a lot of thought since, and here's where I land-there is no point. Ha! Actually there are many many points. This blog is a place for all my many words to rest and jumbled thoughts to put themselves in order. It's a place to record what life looks like in this time and this place and also remember what life was like in other seasons, cities, stages of parenting and how a family is growing, stretching, and changing. It's mainly a place I love to visit from time to time to see how God has worked, protected, and walked with me down many a winding road. 

If there's one thing growing older has taught me it's that while the 'big milestones' in our lives will likely remain etched in memory, the small, ordinary, often achingly beautiful ones do not. Blogging allows me to record what would likely be lost, but is oh so worth remembering. 

This was not where I was going when I opened my computer today, but here we are. Blogging ala stream of consciousness which is not unusual here. 

What I was thinking about today was a big ol' photo dump to bring things current, so let's do that too. Maybe a downsized photo dump since this is a little on the long side (also not unusual here). 

Recently...

There was a gorgeous hike on a blue sky day-

Fun with friends at a Steely Dan Tribute band concert-

Peace, quiet, and coffee with the morning sunrise-

The lazy dog days of autumn-

Boat rides that sparkle-

Punkins-

Sister time-

Teenage nephew photo bombing sister time-

Momma time-

And so much beauty in the changing colors of fall-

I read back through this post and smile. Small joys. Beauty. People I love. Ordinary days full of goodness and grace. 

I know blogging isn't for everyone, but it's still for me. 

'For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven...'

Ecclesiastes 3:1