Before Christmas I pontificated very seriously about circles and blogging, for some of my blogging friends were doubting the value of their bloggy friendships and the point of blogging at all. It seems to be a common question that arises for bloggers when their life gets BIG.
My own life has been BIG since about October last year. It is about to get even BIGGER. But though it is my story, it is NOT my story to tell. It belongs to someone else, close, very close, and it is his to tell - or not.
The point being that when life gets BIG (read 'hard' 'frightening' 'crap'), one doubts the meaning of all the little things - like blogging about knitting for God's sake.
Don't you just hate that. Someone tells you that there is something BIG to tell but then doesn't tell it. I HATE that. Why say anything at all? Why not just pretend that all is fabbo? I think I speak here now, not for the friendly strangers, but rather for the strange friends, the friends who might wonder at how she can continue her knitty frivolity when all that scary shit is going down.
But it is all the little things that buoy me. It is all the little things that keep me sane. There is so much joy and hope in all the little things. Here, at my blog, I want to remain joyous and frivolous and hopeful and relish all the little things - for the BIG things are bigger than me - but the little things....