Over the past several years I have blogged about my travels
less and less, both as a result of aging and because I haven’t been able to
travel much. I’ve felt I was still a crone, but not a rovin’ one, and probably had
become a boring one. Still, I do want to continue blogging and other writing
for as long as I’m able. No one has to read it.
What to do? I considered starting a new blog, one that would
focus on the years to come. I could call it Endgame, End of Life, or other
depressing title that would hardly inspire me or any readers. Finally I started
to think of the final years of my life as my chance to come full circle, making
sense of my life and possibly even passing some crone wisdom to others. Making
my “garden grow,” as Candide advised. So, instead of beginning a new blog, I decided
to forge ahead with this one, focusing on rovin’ to my final destination. Thus
this post's title, Arriving. I hoped in early March of this year to bring back some
former readers and attract new ones along with indulging myself in philosophical
speculation and snarky remarks about politicians.
And then, in what seemed overnight the world changed forever.
We are all living in a covid-19 pandemic that may continue for years. I have
been brooding about it, advising others to practice sensible rules for health,
and trying to stay sane and healthy myself. I have no idea now what the future
holds, but am fascinated and curious about the possibilities for good and bad. We can count
only on profound change. My blog posts are likely now to be reflections of that
new world view. Some readers may prefer to lurk only, which is fine, but I hope
some will comment or send me emails with their own thoughts, and we can all travel
toward some good place together.
Copyright © May 18, 2020
by Carol Leth Stone (a.k.a. RovinCrone)
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