Monday, May 26, 2008

Enforced Solitude

I want to tell you about the Brooklyn Bridge, which I walked over this weekend. And about how Art can change the course of a life. Thoughts about attentiveness have been swirling too. So much to share!


My computer died. Sort of. Or maybe I was visited by an angel. More on that when I get the machine back, oh, about nine days from now.

Until then, it's enforced solitude. With the exception of a few borrowed moments over here at my gracious neighbor's house. Of course, I'll miss you. I really will.



Blogger Ted M. Gossard said...

Those things happen!

Now you'll have to add on to that about your forced nine days of solitude!

Yes, it seems like life just keeps coming at us and we'd best get on in faith with it, but it seems like to me lately, it's full of testing and stretching in ways I find uncomfortable. I guess I can't expect to reside in comfort for very long, it seems.

5:22 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Looking forward to your thoughts on art and the Brooklyn Bridge!

6:04 PM  
Blogger Andrea said...

Have a nice enforced break. :)

We walked over the Brooklyn Bridge this weekend, too!!!
At least 1/4 of the way.
I am terrified of heights.
So, me, my husband, my 4 kids, my brother, his fiance, my mom and my dad all turned around for my sake.
Isn't that nice??!!!
(we had no idea it was the 125th anniversary of the Bridge!!)

8:27 PM  
Blogger Rebecca LuElla Miller said...

I suffered through something like that back in January! Long and lonely are the days without the internet! LOL

Look forward to you being back at full writing force.


9:49 PM  
Blogger Nikki said...

Amazing how we get to where we feel sometimes that we can't live without something we barely knew of a decade or two ago, isn't it? I've been reading Austen and marveling at the way genteel people passed time in that different place and time. Then, being at a neighbor's house frequently would be routine, expected even. And you'd be sharing tea and niceties and remarking on the weather and the latest in Paris fashion, and you'd correspond with those far afield with letters that may take weeks to arrive and hours to craft. Funny how much more civilized that seems, somehow. Still, I hate to be deprived of my Internet, or of the people I reach through its all-pervasive reach. I hope that you will find that enough old-fashioned neighborliness exists that your more solitary hours bring you a special richness and a special connection with a few, even if you deprive the many of your charms by your exile.

12:51 AM  
Blogger Llama Momma said...

Enjoy the quiet. :-)

8:48 AM  
Blogger Ann Voskamp @Holy Experience said...

You are very much missed...

7:05 PM  
Blogger kirsten said...

enjoy the quiet.

and i do look forward to hearing what has been ruminating & marinating in that wonderful mind of yours when said enforced solitude comes to a close ...

9:08 PM  
Blogger Craver Vii said...


12:00 PM  
Blogger Ted M. Gossard said...

It was good to write on L.L.'s chapter on suffering (ch 4) on my blog today. A great book to read and a great chapter. A good book to read and reread. Adn we look forward to her next one!

6:38 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

We'll miss you. Hope you're back soon.

1:18 AM  

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