There was a time when it made sense to be someone else, especially online. Maybe that time has passed. There was a time that I registered a new domain for every unique interest that I wrote about. Never again.

I needed a home to be just Trish, except when I take photos under Athena Rowan Grey. I needed a single home to write about all of my varied interests. I’m the product of a liberal arts education, and a proud generalist. I find people who specialize in only one thing to be limiting themselves unnecessarily. I’m not guilty of that. I sew. I weave. I make collages. I have a treehouse. I write about my cats. I make felt animals and sew clothing for them. I take photographs. I have spun yarn and painted in watercolor. Maybe I will do that again. I don’t really give up on things I like, but I do rotate through my interests, as one thing inspires me to another.

You know all of this, or most of it. It depends on how many separate parts of the story you have followed. Now there is only one story.

Why is this new blog called At the Speed of Trish? It has something to do with the way I think and the way I communicate. I think about things for a long time. It’s a quiet and internal process. When I am almost ready to act on my thoughts, I may mention it casually to a couple of people, just to gauge the reaction. Then, in a flash, it’s done because I thought about it forever, carefully planned the parts that matter, and then just winged everything else. That is the Speed of Trish.

I’ve been thinking about reorganizing my online presence for about a year. I started working on it a couple of weeks ago, and here we are. I’m not convinced it is necessary to bring all the old stories into this space. If something bears revisiting it is worth saying something new about it. Some of that decision may be shaped by the doldrums of August, which is my least favorite month. At least the distant landscape is pretty, although the leaves are looking tired and worn. I don’t take a lot of photographs at this time of year because there is nothing new except the goldenrod, and the companion ragweed, not photogenic, makes me sneeze.

Welcome home.