Still Thinking

 

As the photo on the cover of this section suggests, you can come here for a visit with me.

Grab a cup of tea and I’ll tell you what I’ve been thinking about, reading about and listening to.

Writing is how I process; hence the title - Still Thinking.

Thoughts are, by their very nature, things that evolve and grow and change; this section isn’t meant to be anything definitive.

It’s a process. 

There won’t usually be a comment section.

I’ve thought long and hard about this. So much anxiety is produced by the dreaded comment section. Sometimes when I’m reading something, before I’m even finished, I’m worried about what people will have commented; who will be cruel or dismissive and who will have missed the point. If someone says something awful, you (the reader and my guest) face the uncomfortable dilemma of responding and being drawn into something nasty, or not saying anything making it seem like you agreed, or feeling guilty that you were complacent. None of us need this dynamic in our lives anymore. Enough already.

There will often be a button for you to interact with me.

I welcome that. I welcome respectful, curious exploration of thoughts and feelings.

Just like I would if we were visiting.

I look forward to connecting with you.

We need it now more than ever. I’m open to zoom, house party, WhatsApp, IMO, Signal, FaceTime...or whatever channel you’d like to reach out on. Recently I’ve been sending video chats back and forth with people I want to connect with. Since the pandemic we’ve become more comfortable with alternate ways of communicating and also a little tired of those alternates. I’m open and available for any of them and not tired at all. Feel free to reach out in your mode of preference.  

Put the kettle on friend and let’s chat.

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