Sleep you illusive creature, come and visit, for awhile at least tonight please.
My mind, ever busy has been reminded of my Blog (http://beksbloggage.blogspot.com/?zx=46864868fb0d489d)
It's been dormant for 4 years and Blogspot asked me today if I wanted to continue to receive notifications ... of what readers? lol of a for year old poorly written blog.
Then I was thinking - "Do people think the name of my Blog. "Something Clever" is dumb of pretentious? I didn't mean it to be. I called it that because when I write and suspect I am not in the minority on this, I always wish to write .... wait for it ... something clever ... shocking I know. Profundity however, is increasingly rare as we dilute our thought to 140 characters and screen shots/grabs/memes.
I have some friends who share beautiful, eloquent thoughts here of all places. Is Face book a blog sight?
I hadn't considered it until this evening. A place where we, or at least I, record a great deal of the happenings of my life, but, not all of them. Not the intimate details, the darkestness. Not the fear and sadness at it's core. Those we/I flirt with. we send out feelers for support and get feelers back 😮🙂😂👍❤️.
Why blog when it's here on FB in all it's reach out but don't touch glory? Why journal when you can emoji your heartbreak 💔 and distress 😫 without digging into it over a coffee (TEA PLEASE) with a kindred heart.
Do you/I even have a kindred heart? (YES I DO - in fact I blessed to have many spreading over the country, some who I haven't seen or actually spoken to in years ... how did that happen --- and yes this is how my mind works - lol 😄)
I wonder at my compulsion to share these musings rather than write with pen and ink, or why to write them at all rather then think them. So now what? Do I cross post? like twitter and Insta do? so my same group of friends can see the same comments and pics on three different platforms and feel somewhat obligated to like them in all three platforms?
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Oh sleep - save us all from the three a m ramblings of a scatterbrained seminary student, mother, RMT, minister and friend.
I am so tired.
