Thinking out loud

Is it dangerous to think out loud? Not only that, but post it for all to see--forever? Just how long will a blog last? Who owns it? Will the words be available for years to come? Will they tell generations yet to come anything at all about who we were?

I wish I had notes from my dad and grandparents to read now. Well, I do. Some letters, a few handwritten things. Actually not much though. Will somebody care to read my stuff after I can no longer write?
Since I was thinking about my dad, I found a picture of him and my mom. It was probably taken about 1995. It looks like they were at Asilomar, near Monterey.

For the last several days I have been following a blog about Tom Hunter ( http://tomhunterblog.blogspot.com/ ) who writes music for children and teaches teachers. He is dying of some horrible brain disease and I have looked for his words, his music and other memories about him. I have found some stuff and I have his CDs. But it has made me think about what we leave behind when all is said and done.

A while ago I had so much I thought I was going to write about. The thoughts were non stop. How excited I was to start journaling. How it is so much different then publishing on a timeline--writing to meet a deadline. Oh the thoughts were just spilling out. That WAS a few hours ago. Right now, all those creative juices have come to a grinding halt. Yeh, this will make for some grand insight in the years to come.