Autumn colours
I began this blog just over 15 years ago.
In that span of time, much has changed.
In 2008 there were lots of blogs. In fact there was a ‘web ring’ so that if you found one of the blogs that belonged to the ‘ring’ you could follow the ring to discover other blogs. Over the years bloggers fell by the wayside, choosing to do other things (You Tube, Tik Tok?) or just finding life too busy to do their craft and/or post about it.
I joined Twitter (not sure why, someone said it was a good move to make) and Facebook. I gradually left nearly all of the weaving groups I belonged to for various reasons.
Mostly I left because I didn’t want to argue with people. I don’t need to be ‘right’, I need to be happy. And arguing makes me unhappy. So, more and more I found myself responding to things I was seeing online by writing a ‘response’ here, in my own space, and not, you know, addressing anyone in particular, just those who were interested in what I have to say.
At one point I remember someone making a comment vociferously disagreeing with what I had to say and someone else responding before I saw the comment that this *was* ‘my’ space and if they disagreed they didn’t need to come here to read what I had to say.
But now it’s 2023 and Twitter is the realm of fascists and like, and I’m long gone. Facebook is getting ever more annoying, but I have a large number of ‘friends’ on Facebook, some of them I only interact with there. And sometimes I find out that they are having a hard time so I can reach out via Messenger and send them best wishes. This year alone I’ve discovered via Facebook/Messenger that two people I know have died. I am sad they are gone, grateful to have known them. Others I have only known via Facebook, but these two I actually knew, liked, and will miss.
As we slide slowly into autumn, I remain hopeful that with the lowering of temperatures the wildfires will die out and we can live without the smoke pall. For a few months, anyway. The past few days have been pretty awful, frankly, but we are still in no danger from fire itself. Others are, still.
Climate change is NOT a myth, it is here and it will stay here if we fail to address changes in our lives. Constant smoke pall in the summer, floods, landslides, hurricanes/tornados, sinkholes, drought, bears needing to come into town in *droves* because the berries ripened the beginning of August and there is no food in the bush.
There is little that I can do, but I will continue to do what I can.
And I will continue to weave as much as I can (hopefully more with the new treatments coming up), and muse about things here. Because blogging might be dead, but I’m not. Yet.