Inhaling a breath of anticipation like you take in when about to dive into cold water, I am making this first post. Well maybe not quite as dramatic. I confess to being a writer. Since I was about eleven I have spent days and sat up through long nights choosing and placing words on paper like a stone mason selects stones to erect his art. I have poured words and shaped phrases into forms for songs, essays and poems at times only for myself but mostly for whoever would take a moment to read or listen. A Blog, yeah a blog... I admit it sounds similar to blah. Something mundane, boring or like that sound you hear in your own head often in threes when subconsciously or even purposely drowning out or ignoring another voice: blah, blah, blah... And yet I have had thoughts to build intentions on and toyed with this idea for some time. I have even made a couple attempts that were soon abandoned in the past. A second string of strong thoughts enter easily chasing after and wearing down those first ones that built whatever intention I imagined. Do I think my musings and ramblings are special? Is that why I want to do this blog? No, Actually I believe that common experience creates a connection between people rather than any degree of what is special. It is not what is unique but rather what is shared that draws our attention. We seek what is common and comfortable among us to make friendships out of acquaintances and what things we agree on to build our mates and partners of. Isn't it really only the difference in perspective that we become curious about and truly find interesting? Old friends laugh with pleasure at shared escapades the past. Business partners contrive new schemes from the same basic themes they have indulged in before. Even new lovers are more eager for what they already know can be experienced because they have had a taste before of more than a virgin can begin to anticipate. So if you pause to consider anything I can think to offer, a similar belief, a common reflection, this is where we begin. Something simple, something we have seen or felt before. Yesterday morning I looked out over my back yard and saw long shadows across the snow. Those familiar shadows are so similar to the ones we see when the sun sets, yet they carry an opposite perspective when not looking backward but pointing forward from the sun, fresh and new.
auditory musings...
Sunday, January 4, 2009
thinking, believing, reflecting, begining?
Inhaling a breath of anticipation like you take in when about to dive into cold water, I am making this first post. Well maybe not quite as dramatic. I confess to being a writer. Since I was about eleven I have spent days and sat up through long nights choosing and placing words on paper like a stone mason selects stones to erect his art. I have poured words and shaped phrases into forms for songs, essays and poems at times only for myself but mostly for whoever would take a moment to read or listen. A Blog, yeah a blog... I admit it sounds similar to blah. Something mundane, boring or like that sound you hear in your own head often in threes when subconsciously or even purposely drowning out or ignoring another voice: blah, blah, blah... And yet I have had thoughts to build intentions on and toyed with this idea for some time. I have even made a couple attempts that were soon abandoned in the past. A second string of strong thoughts enter easily chasing after and wearing down those first ones that built whatever intention I imagined. Do I think my musings and ramblings are special? Is that why I want to do this blog? No, Actually I believe that common experience creates a connection between people rather than any degree of what is special. It is not what is unique but rather what is shared that draws our attention. We seek what is common and comfortable among us to make friendships out of acquaintances and what things we agree on to build our mates and partners of. Isn't it really only the difference in perspective that we become curious about and truly find interesting? Old friends laugh with pleasure at shared escapades the past. Business partners contrive new schemes from the same basic themes they have indulged in before. Even new lovers are more eager for what they already know can be experienced because they have had a taste before of more than a virgin can begin to anticipate. So if you pause to consider anything I can think to offer, a similar belief, a common reflection, this is where we begin. Something simple, something we have seen or felt before. Yesterday morning I looked out over my back yard and saw long shadows across the snow. Those familiar shadows are so similar to the ones we see when the sun sets, yet they carry an opposite perspective when not looking backward but pointing forward from the sun, fresh and new.
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