Pearls of Wisdom and Foolish Mutterings

Those Were the Days, My Friend

Sheesh! You write a blog entry and suddenly you look up and eight days have passed. Is the world turning faster or something? I swear I was just here.

I just came from Party's blog where he was reminiscing about the Glory Days of Blogville. **sigh** I miss those days, too. He described it as the Perfect Storm - which I thought was the perfect way to describe it. It's funny how those things happen - they couldn't be manufactured if you tried. And certainly they can't be duplicated. They just happen. The other site that I've blogged on for a couple of years went through the same thing - a sudden convergence of personalities that sparkled and shone like diamonds. The words, the wit, the camaraderie - all of it a magical blend, a mystical brew that just happened. And then it was gone. Poof.

As much as we would like to recreate those moments in time, try as we might, it just doesn't happen. Maybe it's because there is no explanation for why they occur in the first place. If something can't be explained, how can it be re-created? It's an unexpected gift and I think we have to look at it that way. We weren't looking for it, because we didn't know to look for it. Suddenly we found ourselves caught up in a blur of excitement, a steady exchange of ideas, friendships that sprung from the infant stage to fully grown in a matter of months. We encouraged each other, learned, gave, received... and we all came away from the experience better in some way.

That was our gift to each other. And what a gift it was. I don't know about the rest of you (or maybe I do), but I will always be looking for that next Perfect Storm. And I'll be jumping in with both feet.