Not Fade Away

Two of my daily blog reads have retired. Although it feels sudden, both departures were deliberate and considered. Both were obedient to urges that said it was time. Deep down, I always knew they were too good for this world.

I am not ashamed to tell you I am mourning. My google reader list is short and selective, not because I can't find good blogs to read, but because I only have so much emotional energy to invest. I'm not a terribly casual person. I don't blog around much. Once I am engaged, just try and get rid of me.

There will be a little hole in my days now. I expect it will be like it was when I quit smoking. I would stand up purposefully every half hour and then, remembering, would stick my hands in my pockets and sit back down.

On the surface, these blogs would appear to be worlds apart, in tone, content, and community. (Did you see my Christmas imix? I have ecclectic tastes.) What they shared was soul. Their words and images were like jolts of caffeine for my spirit. Sometimes smooth and mellow, sometimes robust and acidic. They helped keep me awake.

Will everyone please stand?

Brandon. Karen. Here's to you.

My thanks to you both. It was good to the last drop.

All the best,
Kyran