Last winter I saw a photo of these two fabulous ladies swimming in Superior… in January. I said, “I need a wetsuit!,” and next thing you know, one showed up at my house!
This was a magical swim– an hour (an hour!!) in the big lake.
We hailed he passengers on the Hjørdis as she sailed into the East Bay.
We swam through a passage between the rocks.
We sat mermaid-like on the reef just beyond Artist’s Point.
It was magical to be at eye-level with the lake, especially on a day when the water was a glassy, platinum blue and the sky reached down like a bowl, as if the edge of the world we’re just Over There and if we were bold enough, we could swim to it, and beyond.
The Copy Cure (Marie Forleo and Laura Roeder) said you can write a blog post with a tweet– that no one ever opened an email and said, “Man, that was too short!”
When I started thinking about life in facebook posts, (as in, “Oh, I’ll say…”) I felt a little worried.
It’s gross to always be broadcasting.
For a w hile I decided if I wanted to post a status, I actually had enough to say in a blog post– and I did.
Now I’ve been cutting way back on online time again– ‘Living Locally’– and I feel the shift happening again: I want to write.
But I want to write a letter, pass a note– sign your yearbook– not shout in a megaphone.
It feels beautiful to write out compact thoughts, to explore and give value and time to snippets.
And it’s true: There’s a whole blog post or poem or letter in a tiny tweet.
Evidence: This one is written on two sides of a recipe card.