at 58 i have experienced the crest of life’s hill and am feeling the pull, the increased gravity, of the downward slope. my body’s metabolism has kicked over into lower gear, and i wish my dad&mom, and all my ancestors & relatives, had written down more things for us kids to mull over as we got older. so i write here, hoping the internet will be a better, easier library for my kids & nieces&nephews to access these little radical ideas when their writer is gone in twenty years or so. … knowing that if i don’t say it now, it will forever remain unsaid. at least by me, here, now.
this is also both a more accessible outlet than facebook, especially for UUs who don’t go that way, and more private & less offensive than engaging friends & family at ‘church’ & ‘back home’ every time we meet. this way i can play nice in meat space, and verbalize here in virtual reality, where the two forms rarely meet. (inadvertent pun noted;)