« I read and appreciate a lot of blogs, and I am loathe to choose among them. What I’ve discovered, in thinking over this particular sense of loss, is that while I love reading many blogs, only a few are the ones that help me keep going in my own writing, that help me with my own spirit. And since what I write is often received by readers (so they generously tell me) in that same vein, continuing to find hope and beauty and meaning in life for me depends on being able to go to various wells from which I myself can drink. It’s interesting to me to note that those places aren’t necessarily utopias; I tend to want the bitter with the sweet, as it were: darkness coexisting with light, but where the mind holding the two is vibrantly alive. No blinders, please, but companionship on this pitching boat. »
Sigh… No one could have said it better than Cassandra.
