I have been thinking about this post for days. When I posted the poem from Martins River, I happened to notice—Oh geez, the next post is #500! The 500thpost…eleven years after starting this blog. (And I had been worried about whether or not I had enough to say to sustain it…Ha.)
Part of me thought—Oh, this should be about something big. Something monumental, something befitting the imaginary neon banner that runs across the top and flashes
***F I V E H U N D R E D***
And then I thought about my loyalty card for a local coffee shop. When drink number ten rolls around, it’s on the house. They don’t put a limit on the drink—It could be any sized splashed out bit of goodness they offer. But I never really think about that…heck, half the time I don’t even know what number I’m on. I order the drink I want (usually a double espresso) and every now and then, I get the good news that it’s free.
In other words, there is no neon banner flashing….and no fussing with inventing a monumental topic simply because I’ve reached a milestone that does in fact surprise me. I’m just going to write the double espresso.
I was reading Robert MacFarlane’s The Wild Places this morning and he spoke of balloons on strings describing circles in the air. I love that use of the word describe. You give shape to something else…you create parameters for something so that it might be imagined… The balloons were moving in such a way that the shape within the path was a circle. Balloons also describe a quantity of air.
For 500 posts, this blog and its whole variety of themes and contents, has helped me describe the wonder and mystery that is God in my life. For eleven years, this blog has helped answer the dream of a kid who used to look hard at things and think it might just be possible to see inside if she could let go enough; a word-loving kid who wanted a way to tell other people about what she noticed or thought about because somehow she knew that every now and then there was something important there…there was a connection to something beyond her that was a source of consolation and wonder and wow. Decades on, she calls that God.
Thanks to those of you who stop by and read the posts here, who share the posts and comment upon them… Thanks for sitting across from me and sharing in the conversation and the quiet; the curiosity; the poetry, the prose, the photographs.