Facebook is fine. I resisted it for a long while. I both resisted and detested it in equal measure. I joined it and I left it but now I have given in and surrendered. It’s an entertainment, an exercise in distraction for me, an act of procrastination which is at times fun but can also be serious, annoying, amusing, depressing, uplifting, negative, positive, pleasant, unpleasant, informative, anger-inducing or trivial in the extreme but mainly it is a good way to keep in touch with some lovely relatives, the few who are on Facebook and also the many folk I never/rarely see. I have also recently found some people who I lost touch with some years ago, a wonderful bunch of fellow bloggers of old, some of which who, like me, are still at it. So Facebook is a great place to while away (waste) lots of time. I should be spending this time trying to be creative instead of sharing little ‘snippets of fascination’ which are passing round the Facebook arena. I have been doing a lot of this lately and a very dear friend was even rather worried about my sanity recently :-). No need to worry, I told him, I know I am mad, it's when you don't know you have to worry.:-)
I am also using Facebook to advertise my new genealogy/people tracing venture which my daughter and I have started recently. The local paper did an article about us this week which I hope will generate a bit of interest. We have a website, a blog and a very new Facebook page as well. I would love it if you would visit and if you go to the Facebook page could you Like it? I hate asking these sort of things as I hate promoting/publicising myself in any way.
But I am being called to my own blog today and coming here is like coming ‘home’ to a safe and cosy place, sometimes serene, sometimes not - but a place where I welcome special people who I feel blessed to have met within this space that they call the Blogosphere, a place from where I can go out and meet and visit like minded folk and read their wonderful writings. I cannot imagine leaving this world as I would miss it so.
I also feel the need to be positive and to start posting Blessings again as I did in the old days. I have been reading A Year of Doing Good by Judith O’Reilly – a blogger of some standing of Wife in the North fame. Her book is written as a diary of her attempts to perform a good deed every day for a whole year; it is an inspiring book which is funny but is also very moving and one which I can (positively)recommend.
Anyways, I shall start posting blessings on here again, daily if possible (!) even if I can only think of one and I shall also endeavour to record, like Judith O'Reilly, the good deeds which I have done or which others have carried out – the latter of course being blessings in themselves. I apologise if I am repeating blessings which I have posted years ago, I have been blogging since 2007 so there are bound to be repeats but heyho there must be a limit to the blessings in life,..............or are there not?
Today’s Blessings? – the day is still young but so far there has been
This is my special one
Friends and the ability to communicate, chat even, online. While I was writing this post I was chatting to two friends at once on........... yes you’ve guessed it - Facebook.
I think it’s trying to tell me something don’t you?
My much loved music brought to me freely now by Spotify. (I am working on adding it to my blogpage for you to enjoy also).
And my Good Deed for today?
Keeping my wild birds fed all year, so it’s a daily thing. Am spending a fortune on fatballs (that word always makes me smile) and wild bird seed but it’s worth it for the pleasure I get from birdwatching.
That’s what giving is all about isn’t it, much lovelier for one’s soul than receiving?
Before I go, a poem.
I Taught Myself To Live Simply
I taught myself to live simply and wisely,
to look at the sky and pray to God,
and to wander long before evening
to tire my superfluous worries.
When the burdocks rustle in the ravine
and the yellow-red rowanberry cluster droops
I compose happy verses
about life's decay, decay and beauty.
I come back. The fluffy cat
licks my palm, purrs so sweetly
and the fire flares bright
on the saw-mill turret by the lake.
Only the cry of a stork landing on the roof
occasionally breaks the silence.
If you knock on my door
I may not even hear.
Bye for now,
Go mbeannai Dia duit,