The Last Of The Mohicans (So To Speak)

I started this blog on a whim 18 months ago.  I was late to the blogosphere but couldn’t ignore what seemed to be an easy way to share information in an informal manner without the hassle of getting a host, HTML, and other things I never seemed to get around to do.

I had been inspired by other blogs I had read, most long gone now.  There seemed to be an actual sense of community and shared experience with others in a wide variety of interests.  A dilettantes dream!

But now, just over a hundred posts later, I’m going to shut ‘er down.  It’s been a fun way to connect with others, but as the Hawaiian philosophy of Huna states, “energy flows where attention goes”.

And less of my attention is drawn to the online world lately.  It’s been a fun summer, and now that fall is here I’m finding myself more oriented to various creative and craft projects, the eternal reading and thinning out of what has turned into way too many books, and getting ready for what I sense is a big change in the next phase of life.

I really want to emphasize one thing – I have loved interacting with the readers and commenters here over the last year and a half.  If there’s one thing I love about the internet it is the ability for people to showcase and express their passions.  And the followers who I’ve been honored to have are a very creative and interesting bunch of people.

When I get my own verve and passion back about something that I want to explore online, I’ll probably be back in some way.  But for right now I’m moving into a more of a “doing” than a “telling” phase of life.

I’ll be hitting the big delete button in a few days, and will still continue to follow the folks I’ve been following here, but I just wanted to express my appreciation to everyone who has happened by this little chunk of cyberspace and wish you the best as you continue painting, writing, and playing.



I was in a large retail environment the other day, and ended up in what might loosely be called the home furnishings/decor department.  Needless to say, I was overwhelmed by the huge amount of cheap, Chinese-made ornament around.  Some even looked nice.

It made me think back to the house I grew up in.  I pictured the way our living room looked in my mind’s eye, and I can still recall some of the knick-knacks that were around.  I was amazed at how much I could still picture.

If you think back, I’m sure you can picture your old house too.  The lamps that you had, the ashtrays that everyone had even if they didn’t smoke, because your guests, neighbors and aunts and uncles probably did.

Furniture and furnishings seemed to last forever.  The pillows my grandmother embroidered by hand.  Today’s cheap pillowcases wouldn’t even last long enough to be worth expending that kind of effort on.  The furniture we had when I was in elementary school was pretty much the same stuff we had when I left home, give or take a piece.

Now that I am old, those memories are what I think of whenever somebody mentions “home”.  I wonder if the same connotation will be there for those who are growing up in today’s throwaway, disposable culture.  Hell, I can’t even really recall all the stuff I’ve had in my own places over the years, most of it was either junked or donated because it wasn’t worth moving, and new stuff was so cheap.

Most of our culture is short-lived and disposable.  But there’s a lot to be said for connection to our physical environment, even if it’s just a souvenir from a vacation, or a small piece of pottery we bought at a local art fair from the person who made it.

It’s all just stuff, and in the end we’ll leave it all behind.  But while we’re here, we should make sure the things we have in our life have some kind of meaning, or our own lives won’t.