A Blogging Adventure

As I sit attempting to create something close to literate for my first blog, I see instead a layer of dust on the books, pictures, and plants that surround me--and I wonder if writing a blog aligns with my attempts at meditation--with monkey mind taking hold to fly from tree to tree, or in this case from dust particle to dust particle.

It's like the time I started knitting a sweater and the movie I watched during the process and the engrossing book that took equal attention so held my concentration that the completed yarn project took on the shape and size of something too frightening to invite into one's home. Would a glass of wine help this composing project? As early as it is—I'm not sure it's 5 p.m. anywhere in the world—that may not be a good option. Should I stoop to plagiarizing? I’ve read many good blogs…. Of course not--that brings back too many memories of grading student papers!

So, OK, here I go: I am a mother, grandmother and a retired college professor. I am also fairly computer literate for one of my generation. I have opinions, strong opinions--mostly about the protection and safety of children. I want to do my part in preserving the earth, be there for people who cross my path, and exercise and eat healthfully to enable my body and mind to have the best possible quality—since I’m not sure that taking care of Mom is on either of my daughters’ Bucket Lists.

I love books—though I enjoy my Kindle, I still prefer the touch and smell of paper. I keep track of the names, authors, and a synopsis of each one I read. That may sound a bit OCD, but I prefer keeping a list rather than RE-purchase and get half way through before sensing the story sounds amazingly familiar...

I love children and as a result, am a member of the Citizen's Review Board in the county in Oregon in which I live. I hope that might hint of “giving back” although I would do it anyway since I believe strongly in families and accountability for keeping them safe.

I love exploring new ideas and cultures. I lived four years in Kenya and came back a different person—after displaying some pretty ugly-American traits on a few occasions.

I like to be challenged—well, as long as it’s not too far above or below water.

Well, that’s pretty much me.