Since I arrived here in Oxford in October last year I have deliberately not been blogging. As well as working on my Masters I have been enjoying some space to think about the future. The old blog had vanished anyway, and I wasn't in a hurry to make the new one a regular thing. Facebook updates kept me touch with friends and a part of me was asking what I was blogging for anyway? I suspect part of it was about a time that I cared about being 'someone' and that it was a hangover from a time when I was in touch with a lot of people and doing a lot of public speaking.
Those days feel like a long time ago and I can't help feeling that I've grown up a bit. I still find faith in God easier than faith in the church, I still have views on plenty of things, still write, still see movies and plays. But blogs are not great places for discussions and I'm less driven to 'prove I'm right' or be noticed.
So if you were wondering where I had gone, I'm fine. In fact I'm probably better than i have been for a long time. A better human that is - as even if I do start blogging again, I don't think it will be driven by self marketing.
Witness to Winter, agent of memory.
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