A pre-blog blog from a non-blogging blogger
“When did you stop blogging? I thought maybe you had died.” These were sobering words from a reader who had visited my web site and wanted to talk to me about my book Remembering Well: Rituals for Celebrating Life and Mourning Death.
I didn’t really stop, I told him. I just took a sabbatical.
So today I was taking a goat-milk bath (what else do you do with milk that is past its prime for making cheese?) and thinking about not blogging. I’m not going to offer any excuses. I just took a break…and then I thought I would write about gun violence, but there were so many people already saying what I had to say, and they were writing for The New York Times. And then I took a class on “Writing Memoir” and nothing I had to say was fit for public consumption. And then we had goat babies—lots of them—and their moms had to be milked and the milk had to be converted into a year’s supply of cheese.
But now we are starting to dry off the milkers and I am getting a whiff of freedom. The extravagant goat-milk bath (my first) gave me time to think about blogging again…maybe. This is, after all, a pre-blog blog. With a limited time for writing, I am also revisiting a period in my ministerial career when I served a congregation where the previous minister had engaged in extensive sexual misconduct. Having taken over ten years to work through some painful experiences from the last chapter of that eight-year ministry, I think I may have something to say that might be helpful to others. So if I actually start writing a book, blogging may get short shrift for another year or so.
At least now you know that this non-blogging blogger isn’t dead yet.