…rarasaur, because of the smiles I find to be left upon my face after visiting her site and reading her stories. I would be very interested to read what any of you out there reading this might think regarding this subject:
This morning I have been thinking upon the nature of not just artistic blogging, but blogging in general. Those sites to which I enjoy–and to which I find myself returning again and again, tend to have a constant tone. Particularly are these the ones which, after having visited for a while, I find have left me feeling enriched in one way or another–not necessarily happy, I should remark, but certainly further along on any number of emotions which might be though of as positive.
So, yes, laughter, certainly; but also feelings of warmth or nostalgia; those that leave one energised and and make one weep in the most positive of ways. Perhaps, all those elements of life, whether internal or external, that are… Such things that are…
…I am leaving the above unedited because I think my loss for words tells the story better than would my effort over hours searching for the appropriate words might tell. Suffice it to say those things, those feelings, those elements, whatever they may be, having in common that they are as I might describe my sweetheart: Everything good.
Certainly I find myself returning again and again to such places, whether virtual or actual, that I know to have made me such things in the past. Things that made me feel good; good in whatever way one may feel good. Good. Just good. Like my sweetheart. Everything good.
So I find myself wondering if I should separate such very serious entries from the rest. For example, the Kipling series–although containing elements of levity, much as the original from which it was inspired, is also as grave,