Sunday, October 25, 2009

Destination Unknown

Texting and emailing seem really amazing to an old woman who comes from the days of surface mail or air letters that took 5 to 7 days to travel from Christchurch to London. I can really appreciate the instantaneousness of them.

But although I have a blog, I confess myself puzzled. I feel I am writing a message and enclosing it in bottle, tossing it into the ocean without checking tides and currents. I have no idea what the destination is, or even if there is a destination. If I walk pass the same piece of shore three weeks later and discover my bottle, I do not know if the bottle has been opened and the message assimilated.


  1. Hello Diana,
    Barbara, Gabrielle's Mum. She has shared your website and blog with me and I enjoyed reading the previous blogs and poems. I intend to get a Loren Eisely book from the library as soon as I can. At the moment I am reading 'Hugo Cabret', do you know it? i think you would enjoy the etchings this book contains. I have Kerangi, Gabrielle and Lyndon here so you can imagine the happy house! Will keep in touch on your site, I love the computer and the world it opens.
    Barbra Faith

  2. I'm just testing the comments facility, to see what's stopping people. This version of Wordpress seems to require you to have an existing "profile" before you can comment. That's annoying and mean.

    To solve it, the easiest way is to get a Gmail account, if you don't have one already. Just go here, and click on the button "Create an account":
    and ask for a Gmail account. Be sure to remember your login details! (You never need to use this email address again, and they won't bother you.)

    Then you can easily comment on Diana's blog, then on the button "Comment on", select "Google Account". It'll be very, very easy now!

  3. I am picking up the bottles and reading and digesting the messages. Jacquie Pryor

  4. I am especially struck by your comment under Creativity and Solitude (I keep rereading this message in a bottle because there is so much in it, will open other bottles later)that the emptiness was your body's way of processing how it interpreted the spinal fracture. Jacquie Pryor