let's try this thing

Confession: I have always made fun of people with blogs. I have always made fun of blogging in general. I have always secretly suspected it is a sign of the downfall of society. I am also the type of person who orders the same thing at a restaurant every time I go in.

But...I am having to humbly admit that I might have been wrong about this whole blog thing. I have also always had an intense desire for and love of communication (although my listening skills still need work!) and I enjoy writing as a form of creativity and communication, but have let it slide in recent years. For both of those reasons, and because I suspect that only my mother will ever read this, I'm going to try the whole blog thing. It may fail. Or it may not. At least my mother will appreciate hearing from me more often.

I chose my title not because of the movie--I have actually never seen it, although it's on that list of movies that I keep meaning to rent and never do. I chose it because I've always loved the myriad of images that phrase brings to mind. "Rain" evokes sorrow and childish delight, drowning and baptism, cleansing of the old and birthing of the new; "singing" I love because it is a beautiful and oftentimes incomprehensible response to the world we live in. (Singing is also often loud, as am I.) And I think the metaphor of "singing in the rain" sums up all that I could hope to do with my writing--offer sometimes beautiful, sometimes joyous, sometimes merely loud responses to a world that is sorrowful and struggling and also being redeemed.