I was sitting in bed the other night, browsing through Remedios Varo: Unexpected Journeys, and waiting for some information to load into My HealtheVet, the VA’s online personal health record system, when my Piano Man said, “It will be so awesome to reread your blog in twenty years.”
I followed his eyes to my laptop—it was showing one of the first posts I ever wrote about us. I nodded slowly, thinking, It will be something, won’t it?
It might sound silly, my Wicked Luvs, but I’ve never really thought about it. I mean, of course I’ve considered that my blog would make a decent record for anyone who might want to read about me now and in the future, but the idea of me (or my Piano Man and I) silvered, our skins generously wrinkled with living, sitting in front of a computer, two decades from now, reading about our first “Kissing break!” never painted itself in my mind this clearly. The mental picture kept me smiling until my eyes went to sleep… and it’s making me grin as I type these words.
There are so many people who believe blogging to be something trivial, a bit ridiculous, even a huge waste of time. But you know what? This kind of electronic records are going to be the precious journals of years to come. And I really, really, really like that.
While on the topic of cyber journaling, here is my semi-set blogging plan: Mondays will be for poetry, Wednesdays for fiction, and Fridays will alternate between Witchy Living (current happenings in the life of moi), Rereading My Pratchett, and Bits from my Pagan Culture; except the last Friday of the month, which will be dedicated to The Magaly Gazette.
What about you, my Wicked Luvs, what are your thoughts when considering blogging, social media and what these might mean for you (and others) in the future?
The Weaver of Verona, by Remedios Varo
I love this painting because I see The Weaver’s past floating on the ceiling, perhaps in case she wants to use it; her present seems to consist of weaving her living and what’s to come; the latter flies out of The Weaver’s house, blood-red and full of life, still linked to her. This looks so much like the Circle of Life… for I think that The Weaver will become another echo of herself, and Red will return to live the present and weave tomorrow.