One year ago today, I created a blog on a whim and wrote my first blog post. Little did I know then, that I was stepping into such a wonderful community of bloggers the world over. I had no idea how much it would change my life – in so many good ways.
How can I even begin to put into words my appreciation for those who have stopped by here and who have opened their blogs to me? Each person has made my little corner of the world a better place.
I have been awed by the kindnesses of people who’ve written encouraging words, when they were most needed.
I have been challenged – often – to rethink my way of viewing things. I have travelled the world over through photographs and words and have encountered many new delights.
I have also learned much on subjects previously undiscovered and, at the same time, I have uncovered new passions (mostly for tropical flowers).
I have laughed uproariously at reading humourous posts and comments. I have had moments of sadness – wishing that, in some way, I could do something to ease another’s sadness.
I have learned not to take myself too seriously. In life, I think that is one of the most important lessons to be learned – just me saying that of course.
I can’t quite picture what the next year of blogging will be like. The only thing I do know is that it will be different and I imagine, it will be just as exciting.
Without further ado, here’s the text of my first blog post, Beginning Smudges, 20 February 2007.
Lately the word, smudges, has intrigued me. It has an earthy ring to it and evokes all sorts of cool images. Blurring images and ideas and watching their transformation into something entirely different holds a certain fascination for me.
Maybe this has something to do with my recent foray into watercolour painting. Every time I sit down and mix paints, I feel as if I’ve entered an incredible world of magic. I’m drawn more and more to blurring objects with water or colour. Mostly I marvel at my newfound ability to create all sorts of shades of different colours by the simple combination of blue, red or yellow.
Smudges remind me, too, of my garden and the sheer joy of digging and playing in the dirt. At the end of a long gardening day, I love seeing all the smears of dirt that I’ve managed to collect.
And mostly, I love closing my eyes at this time of year and picturing my garden on a spring evening with the flower colours all smudged together.
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