We people are so very, very complicated that no matter how well drawn a fictional character is, they can’t get anywhere near as complex as a real personRuth Rendell
This photo of the dressing glass in my bedroom exhibits some of the complexities of who I am. Made of Mexican silver, it holds a collection of hearts, a small Cartier porcelain box from a business meeting and an assortment of Eiffel Towers collected from a trip to Paris and from an art museum gift shop. I’ve been struggling with nailing down a lane for my blog with very little success. One post might be about art, another about books and another about travel. I wonder if if I should have a more focused topic? Am I confusing my readers?
I’ve come to the conclusion that it would be difficult for me to build an entire blog around one subject. Like most people, I’m complicated. I want to share with you who I am and I hope that, occasionally, you will find something in what I write that will resonate with what’s going on in your own life. Quoting from Ram Dass, “We’re all just walking each other home.” Until next week, I wish you grace and space.
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