WordPress (Photo credit: Adriano Gasparri)
It’s been days since I’ve been here, because I changed the color theme and somehow locked myself out. I felt bad.
A writer is just a person who writes and it’s not too mysterious, or as uppity, as it might sound sometimes.
But a writer gets down when he or she can’t write, especially if she’s become comfortable with her sense of place, which for me is WordPress, which has been with me all along here, working so hard in the background, doing things I could not do by myself.
WordPress deserves lots of credit and lots of appreciation, for all that work, helping people create and share with each other, words and pictures and wisdom and many beautiful things.
People need to create things and they get depressed if they can’t try. I read that statement years ago and it’s true: “Impression Without Expression Equals Depression.”
People try to find ways to express their fire and ice. That’s why I don’t mind graffiti too much, because graffiti means somebody wants to express himself or herself (or themselves), to try to paint something colorful, or to say something, maybe to cry on concrete.
When you get locked out, or lock yourself out, it’s like trapping a wild beautiful thing, for no good purpose. It hurts.
It was such a wonderful (and scary) surprise to see today that someone named Deborah at WordPress was there, trying to help get this blog going again, like a person who reaches out to help someone, or something, that’s trapped. I read Deborah’s note in my in-box and felt great relief, but also disbelief, like could it really be true? Could this problem really be fixed?
When I looked and saw that things might be okay here again, I had to go outside, trying to calm down. I walked outside, trying to see the first beautiful thing. It was everything beautiful, like the precision-cut grass and autumn all around, and a pretty black metal round of benches for people to sit, with a tree right in the middle, and bright clear sunlight, with air just-right cool and crisp and free, so easy to breathe.
Today, everything is so beautifully clear instead of hazy.
Faith gets tried. Faith is hard, because you are trying to see what isn’t there, and believe it really is, through clouds and haze.
Faith can be a muddy business. But sometimes God lets us have precious clarity, like a quality and genuine diamond, multi-faceted, the beautiful miracle of fire and ice, which is the potential and worth of every human being. I don’t want anybody to die or get hurt for diamonds, but diamonds are so beautiful, like all the precious stones, and even the common ones, which look up at us from clear crystal streams, holding us in place.
It’s embarrassing to feel this way, to miss you so much and to know WordPress helps me so much and I took it all too much for granted. I’m sorry for ever taking anyone or anything for granted. I’ll try not to do that again.
So, I hope to see you Thursday. The late Christian writer Eugenia Price said, in her devotional book, that we can share our pleasant stones. Maybe sometime today, I’ll catch my breath again. Whew.
- Flowers and Graffiti in Canberra (udenplan.wordpress.com)
- Weekly Photo Challenge : Thankful (soumyav.wordpress.com)
- Finding light (afterthoughtarchive.wordpress.com)