Someone once asked me if I read blogs. At the time, I hadn’t really spent time reading many personal blogs. There are a few personal blogs I enjoy now. Particularly, there is a 21-year-old college student I follow. Her name is Makenna. Her blog is called Spinning Visions and can be found at spinningvisions.com. Makenna is wise beyond her years and an amazing writer! Her writing style really speaks to me. The way she strings her words together to spin a vision in my mind is beautiful. My hope is to write like her “when I grow up.” There are times I feel old. I suppose I am. (My oldest granddaughter is the same age as Makenna and is in college. With her whole life ahead of her.) Anyway, when I read Makenna’s words, I feel like I am right there next to her, seeing and feeling the same things she is describing. She increases my longing for that college experience, for the people I could have seen when walking on campus, had a I gone, or simply sitting and watching other campus walkers pass by, watching me and assessing my situation at the same time I could have watched and assessed theirs. I did not go to college. I gained knowledge and wisdom in other ways. It’s ok.

One time, while walking on campus, Makenna passed someone she referred to as a ghost, someone she knew in high school. Time stopped for a second…. He did not see her. She let that memory pass by without saying a word to him. She was taken back in her memories to the time they shared a class together and even some of the same friends. He never knew she had been within a few feet of him. It made me wonder how many times someone from our past – from high school, a coworker from a previous place of employment, a childhood friend, etc. pass by, and we never know. They know. But, we are oblivious to the moment of reminiscing in their mind, as time stands still briefly for them. Has that ever happened to you?

Makenna talks about being a senior in college and that her college years are quickly approaching the end. She is looking forward to moving to a big city and being a writer there, yet trying to breathe in the present moments that will soon become memories. She writes in her journal and writes in her blog because, well, she loves to journal and write. She always has. I enjoy her blog and hope she continues to share her life with us even after she moves to the big city.

There are several middle-aged or older bloggers that I follow as well. It is interesting to read the wisdom from their life’s experiences. I can relate to much of what they share – aches and pains, empty nesting, finding and enjoying hobbies, traveling, and, of course, writing.

One blogger I follow likes to share pictures of doors. Incredible doorways! Colorful. Ornate. Huge. Old- country type of doorways. I would have never thought to blog about doors. It truly is fascinating.

People are fascinating. Blogs emphasize this point.