Three years ago, I unceremoniously abandoned this blog. I just stopped writing. We all thought that during a quarantine there should be endless time to write. But, for me, it didn’t work that way.
My writing, this blog, has always been about what’s going on around me and how I feel about it. My take on the things I see and do. But, in 2020, I did not want to write about the pandemic. I felt like I was one of the few people who admittedly didn’t know what to do about it. No one needed or wanted to read my useless opinion.
I’m writing again, even though there is still not much pleasant happenings to write about. Several upsetting events occurred just recently. Another school shooting, deadly tornados in Arkansas, Razorbacks lost, our nation seriously divided, folks spewing hate all over the internet.
What can I write about? Maybe the bravery of the Nashville Metro Police as they charged into the school with “Go, go, go,” never stopping until they found the shooter. Or the hundreds of volunteers stepping up to help neighbors clean up after the recent storms. The churches and agencies who were on the spot immediately. Not just the non-profits whose mission is dealing in disasters, but private businesses bringing food, water and other supplies — inflation and the bottom line forgotten as they gave back to their community.
Then, last Sunday morning, I sat and watched the children march through the church waving palm branches, reenacting Jesus entry into Jerusalem. They were so serious (some of them) and so glad to be a part of the worship service.
Okay, that’s it. That’s what I’ll write about here. The good things I experience. The funny happenings. Maybe, occasionally, inspirational.
Anyway, I’m back.