The day dawned clear and cold; the early morning sky, usually grey and murky, was palest blue. A faint blush of pink in the east promised a spectacular sunrise. I wandered along the waterfront walkway in Sidney, hands deep in my pockets to protect them from the cold, and watched as the pale pink sky deepened to flame, and the winter sun rose from behind the islands. I breathed in deeply, feeling the sharp, crisp air; absorbing the beauty of the morning. “This is my home,” I thought. “I am so fortunate to live here.”
And though I appreciate the beautiful scenery here, it’s the sense of community that I appreciate even more. I love that my connections run so deep in this place. I’ve lived here more than twenty years; I’ve taught here; I’ve raised a family here. I love that wherever I go, I’m likely to run into somebody I know. It pleases me that everyone knows my name at the country market where I stop sometimes for a morning latte. I like it that I can have a chat about our children with the cashier at the local grocery store. I love that early on a Saturday morning, before soccer games begin, I can count on running into the same group of people at my favourite little coffee shop.
And as I mark my first year of blogging, I realize that the greatest gift of this endeavour has been the sense of community I feel in this place. It isn’t what I expected. When I started blogging, I was looking for a creative outlet, a place to share my writing with a bigger audience, and a place to document my experience as a divorced woman making her way in the world. I had no idea that along the way, I would make connections with fellow writers from Colorado to California, from Ireland to Australia. And I had no idea that I would come to care so much about their lives, their stories, their ideas. I also had no idea how much they would care about my story. This sense of community is a gift of blogging I couldn’t have anticipated.
Another way in which blogging has enriched my life is in the way it has heightened my appreciation for the beauty of the everyday. I slow down. I pay attention. I make detours on my way to work to enjoy a winter sunrise, or a field shrouded in morning mist. I mark these moments, take photographs, capture images to accompany my writing. And as I seek out and document the beauty in the everyday, my life comes to feel richer, more vibrant. And definitely more delicious.
How has blogging enriched your life?