Yesterday was an interesting day for me because I actually had visitors at my place. You see, my community, those people in my immediate physical sphere, as opposed to the cyber world, has shrunk over the years.
Our communities always shift and change. We had a different group of people we hung out with during school that pretty much split up and went their separate directions. Then we link up with significant others and that can bring their friends into our circles, but it can also begin to thin the numbers of friends that we have regular contact with as life takes over.
Time passes. People become busy. People raise families. People become involved in other things. People move.
A surprising number of people I’ve known have passed away.
So now that my world has shifted, again, I’m sort of starting over. Rebuilding that lost community. Making new connections. And yesterday, I found myself getting acquainted with a person 40 years my junior. A really nice and interesting guy, but hey, what do you want to talk about? What do we have in common? What would this guy find to be interesting? We grew up in completely different worlds after all.
I often ask these same questions when I write for my blogging community. It’s a very diverse community. What would they find interesting? Some stories resonate, but I’m not so sure about others.
We take leaps when we expand our communities. Maybe not as literally as rock jumping, like in my feature pic, but we are letting new people into our private worlds, whether they are in cyberspace or the house next door. So I’m just going to throw this out there for fun. What do you like to hear about? Do you have a preference of fiction or non-fiction? More life stories? Philosophical meanderings?
I have some tales about a time in my life when I didn’t always behave and follow the rules, but those might seem a bit radical or turn people off. Then again, we’ve all evolved. From potential prison time to a state judiciary attorney – that was a climb. A big leap. Perhaps there’s a few stories in there somewhere.
Maybe as a writing challenge I should ask everyone to write up the craziest thing they’ve ever done. What do you think?
Feel free to jump in here 🙂
Photo: I used to play this “game” when I went to this particular state park. Two branches of a stream had cut a spine of limestone pinnacles between them. The rock formations towered between sixty and seventy-five feet in varying heights. Taller than many of the surrounding oaks and sycamores. And I’d climb to the various high points and then leap to the lower ones in succession. At a trot. Since it was a thin ridge top, if you lost your footing and went over either side it would have meant instant death or at minimum a trip to the ICU. I’d get running at a pretty good pace and keep my forward momentum. Of course, I was much younger then and more pliable. My body would bend then. I’m sure I’d break something now if I tried it. This pic caught me mid-air on one of those jumps, this one to a landing spot about twelve feet below me. Sometimes we just have to take leaps of faith for that momentary feeling of being totally free 🙂