After years of noodling about, I've finally been able to cross an item off my bucket list!  I'm going to be published!

I shared this joy with a friend who stated quite matter-of-factly that I would now need to have a blog.  People would want to read more of what I wrote!  I'd publish books, and retire in the Adirondacks (along with a small, but faithful herd of alpaca)!  I'd be famous.

How do you tell such a wonderful friend that you've had a blog for years? And that no one else in the world (including wonderful friends) were aware of it for a reason?

It sucked.

We're talking 'rocks through a sippy-straw' sort of sucked.

Quite frankly, I write one essay a week.  Around here, they are called "sermons".  Sometimes they are pithy, sometimes they are poigniant.  They are always, ALWAYS under 15 minutes, because that is what MY attention span is.  Any longer than that and I bore myself.  The thought of writing a blog is... exhausting.

But you know how this ends.

Sometimes I find myself pondering the universe and I discover something that helps me to understand this chaos we call life a bit better.  It's a glimpse of 'making sense' and it comes from being a spouse, pastor and friend.  More often than not, however, it comes from knitting.  Now, I can't work that into my usual sermonizing, and the spouse (he's such a good man, and tolerates so much) gets this glazed over look when I try to explain my knitting aha! moment.  However, if I could find other folks to share these thoughts with - and, in turn, they could share their thoughts with me... well, that might be worth it.  Afterall, it's the reason I wrote the essay for Interweave.  Something finally made sense through the lens of knitting... and fellow knitters were the only ones I could share it with.

Therefore...  a blog.  Two-way communication.  I promise to try not to preach too much.  It won't be all about knitting (or spinning, or rabbits, or sewing...) but I hope it will something worth reading.