You may have noticed that I took a wee little blogging break. No particular reason, beyond that I always take a blogging break, it seems, around December-January of each year. I've also been participating in an online course over at Abbey of the Arts: "Coming Home to the Body", which is my first tentative step towards a better incarnational understanding of God in the world, in me. (aka God's presence.)
This page of my art journal is an illustration of one wee line from the class:
Meanwhile, part of me wondered about the point of continuing this blog. The priest at my mum's church posted a link on his Facebook feed called "Social Media as a Sacrament" which made me think some more, although not in the direction the author meant. (And I confess, I whined a little bit in the comments.)
I still have blog post ideas, but is it the best use of my time when I can count my regular commenters on one hand and still have fingers left over? (And that's including my mother.)
Today I went to the funeral of a long-time parishioner. A quiet man, I'd never gotten to know him well (knew his wife better). The eulogy, as always, made me wish I knew him better. This quiet, humble man affected, even transformed, the lives of many.
So why do I care about comments and views and likes? So what if I'm not the talk of the internetz? Maybe my words, in my small, out of the way, corner here, will (or do) help bring someone closer to God.
Even if that someone is me.