I am off tomorrow on a small, self-styled business retreat and will be back next week with new systems and rhythms in place…including a schedule for posting here in a more devoted fashion.
The online world and our online lives have become so much more full since I wrote these thoughts in early 2008, but I think they are still true, and I would like to more consistently take a nice long walk once or twice a week to our Post Office in the Hedge…
1/13/08 And that made me realize that a blog can be a sort of post-office-in-the-hedge, at its best, with me leaving things for you to find and vice versa. And perhaps it can be as good and interesting as the description I just found in Chapter ten of the book:
“The P.O. was a capital little institution, and flourished wonderfully, for nearly as many queer things passed through it as through the real office. Tragedies and cravats, poetry and pickles, garden-seeds and long letters, music and gingerbread, invitations, scoldings and puppies.”
1/23/08 I am delighted that the Post Office in the Hedge brought pleasure to so many, and such insights to me. Louisa’s influence continues on and on through the years…one of the many treasures of good books. To think that her description of the letterbox-in-the-hedge helped me to sort out my relationship with this journal….for blogging is not like letter-writing, not like emailing, and not like a real, live conversation….but it *is* like me leaving something for you to find if you pass by and lift the lid…and sometimes you leaving something for me to find.