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When I Blog, I Get Almost No Comments...

...and when I post on Facebook, I have a much better chance that one or more of my 200-plus friends will comment.  I love that.  I like getting a conversation going. So, that's also a big part of why I blog less and Facebook-post more ( as I wrote about the other day ).  Facebook is like blogging on speed.  I like the limitations of those little boxes because they force me to edit so carefully.  And I love the dialogue that at least sometimes occurs on Facebook. Back in my blogging "heyday", when I would say blogging was more popular and not as divided into mega-blogging mommies who are making a living off of blogging and get most of the readership--and the rest of us more normal folks--there were many more comments on my blog.  In fact, bloggers live/lived by an unwritten code of ethics that states, "don't just lurk, comment already!"  In order to get readers to our blogs, we commented on other people's blogs.  Or even if we didn't care so mu...

I Don't Blog When I Facebook...

...or read the news.  Or look at blogs.  Or pin on Pinterest .  I notice that if I start my day with other people's news--which is what I'm generally drawn to do--I don't do my own thing as much.  Before the internet, I would turn on the Today Show.  Off the internet, I also read magazines and currently have a stack of about 10 books on or near my nightstand. I've always been an obsessive reader and a curious watcher of news. People tell me all the time I should write more.  I tell myself all the time, I wish I wrote more.  And part of me does, indeed, wish that. But I've long been better at input than output. I adore studying and learning new things.  A few years ago I took an entire year of herbal medicine classes.  Then I took another six month course on herbs.  I also took some weekend classes.  I loved every minute of it.  We spent time walking about in fields and on city sidewalks, identifying and learning about a...

Busy, and about the Culturing Compassion Retreat I Went On

It's that (spring) time of year when life gets really busy!  I'm working in the garden, attending either my daughter's or husband's or someone else's musical concerts on at least a weekly basis, and trying to keep up with regular life too. Last weekend I went on a retreat with the 9th grade confirmation students at church.  It was wonderful!  The retreat was called "culturing compassion" and led by our Pastor Dee Pederson and a member of our community, Kevin LaNave, who was formerly a youth minister and now told me has a business leading retreats, service projects, and other things of that nature.  His business is called the Center for Service Learning and Social Change, and you can visit it here .  He did a great job getting the kids interested and keeping them there with games, activities and conversations. "Culturing Compassion" was most specifically about poverty and Jesus' message to care for the poor. One of the things we did on Sat...

Little Things in Spring

Doesn't spring just remind you of how important the little things are?  In central Minnesota the leaves on the shrubs and trees are just popping out and all those little pokes of bright green make me so happy. Besides leaf buds, I've been noticing swingsets, and juncos, and daffodil stems poking through the ground.  I bought this little daffodil plant at the grocery store for $2.99 yesterday.  That 3 bucks and my pretty little pot is going to make me so happy for a couple of weeks. I wore my new (to me) cowboy boots yesterday as the weather was just cool enough to get away with it. Kenneth Cole Reaction, 20 bucks at Ragstock! I have vowed that my cowboy boots and I will never be apart.  We are "till death do us part, in sickness and in health, for richer, for poorer..."  I love them so much.  George thinks I'm a little crazy to want cowboy boots, but I think he's just jealous of my new love. And these roses?  I bought them for me. ...