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Back in the saddle again …

So, it’s been a while … “hippy” has gone through a season of serious schizophrenia and still is trying to figure out “what” to blog on.

I’m torn … I’ve become quite the foodie in the last year or so a food blog (heavy on the exploration and comedy) would be fun to do. But there are a million or more of those out there. How to be different enough to get someone to notice?

I’m a little opinionated.  (do I hear laughter over the webwaves?). So I have things to say about a lot of things. But I’ve found that’s a quick way to piss a lot of people off. Plus, just because I blog something doesn’t mean I’m really “doing” anything, you know? I could share information, but I’ve found that that simple act makes people mad, too. Wow, how I’ve seen posting something that doesn’t fit into someone’s small box of understanding can send people over the edge … I recently told a friend, “I’m kind of tired of being beat up so much … for simply thinking, and expressing opinions.”

Somehow thinking “different” incites usually nice people to say and do really mean things sometime …

I’ve also thought about a blog that touts the good things going on in my depressed neighborhood. You know, there are a lot of people complaining without doing anything. I think I want to be someone who shares the good midst the crap that is stinking all around me.

So, on the encouragement of good friends, I think I’ll cut my teeth a bit in this realm again. News, food and jive … maybe that’s a winning combination? We’ll see.

In the meantime, you can check out some of my other writing at helium.com. And if you get  inspired to try some there, put my name down as a reference — I get credit. Or, you can be my Facebook friend, too. If you don’t know who I “really” am, send me a message here and we’ll talk.

So, here I am, back in the saddle again. I’m sure this isn’t always going to be pleasant for all of us, but let’s try and stay friends. Don’t look for me to join arguments — I’m done with that, and if you make me too frustrated with your small, unloving comments, I’ll simply delete your post.

We’ll give it a try. *sigh* Hopefully no one goes stupid this time …

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Just Maybe …

I took a walk through the garden aisles of our local store today.  Mmmm … the smell of topsoil, the allure of new garden toys … I’m sunk.

This time of year in Michigan is exciting and exhausting all in the same day.  Mother Nature yanks our chain by giving us a day or two of “almost spring,” then slaps us stupid with single digits again.  I hear the chick-a-dees tweet “where’s spring?” and my cabin-fever riddled soul screams the echo of that question.  I long for the dirt under my nails and the expectancy of the harvest to come to bounce around in my thoughts.  To spend two uninterrupted hours riding the lawn mower, thinking my own thoughts and listening to the oldies … heaven, I tell you.

Today, it rained as the thermometer hovered around 45.  I partook in my annual ritual of standing outside and breathing as deep as I could.  Around me, snow clung desperately to my lawn and the winter birds argued over the once-again filled bird feeder.  But something caught my attention enough to warrant another deep breath.

There is was … just a hint … could it be?  One more breathe confirmed the infinitesimal shard of hope I hold dogmatically inside.

Spring is on it’s way.