Going Skimming

I love the internet. I admire the youthful focus I see running through it like a mixed colorful bundle of ropes, threads, tinsel, twisties yarn and cords.

But sometimes I wish that the writing was more condensed. No matter how much I admire those clever darn well carefully chosen words--

Unless it's techie stuff I need to know, if I see a big fat paragraph, I'm going skimming.

It's how I use the web, shop and go through a bookstore. I'm thinking, "Do I really want to have the time to read this?"

I prefer the thought of 'having' rather than 'making' the time. Slow down for your soul and all.

When I gave myself permission to make this bloggie brief and mostly visual it made me happy to post regularly, glad to be here with you. It is a joyous tight little splat of creativity, like paint on a...never mind this paragraph is growing to skimming pool size.

If Fun is the Big Top of the Soul--

"...Stretching out the sky as a tent-cloth,
covering your lofty halls with water.
You make the clouds your chariot,
You surge on the wings of the wind.

...the earth is filled with your creatures,
even the wide and open sea itself..
upon it are ships a-sailing,
and that great beast you made to have fun!"

from Psalm 103/104