On its continuous circle back to the sea . . .
On its continuous circle back to the sea . . .
Tell me where you think it leads, or maybe where you’d like it to lead . . .
A couple of days ago, I noticed that a reader had liked one of my posts from February. Now that’s a great thing because it wasn’t one of the stories that was “pinned” to my home page then. Generally speaking, our older posts drift backward in time and out of the spotlight as we write new ones. So the reader had to take a little time to hunt this one down. Or maybe they just stumbled upon it. Either way, I was happy they found it.
And then I noticed that this particular piece, Coffee, had one of the highest number of likes of all of my posts.
A while back I wrote a piece called Experimental Writing. I have taken that post down with about a hundred others, but the point of the piece was that everything we write and put out here for the world to see is a bit of an experiment.
We learn through trial and error what works and what doesn’t. What people like to read, and how they like to read it.
And while my background has me well trained in technical writing, and formalized legal writing, my academic training did little for teaching me what I think is truly important – the art of storytelling. That’s one of those things I’ve been learning on my own.
The feedback from the WP community is great.
So yesterday I attempted to write what was supposed to be part two of a short series I started playing with about current societal gender roles and the concept of being “conscious” in those roles. And because of my fascination with word usage and origin, I was poking a little fun at the evolution of the slang word “woke.”
To tackle the controversy surrounding this single-syllable, yes, believe it or not there are folks fighting over ownership rights to a slang word, I had to discuss the concept of “cultural appropriation.” Something that I think has become a bit distorted. Grossly distorted, in fact.
What I ended up with looked a little bit like a cross between editorializing and a legal brief, and I’m not sure anyone would have gotten the type of humor I tried to infuse it with, as I respectfully called Bullshit on it all. 😊
It was a lump of coal. And as a dear heart once told me, intelligence only goes so far.
She’s right of course.
Realizing that this was probably not my only failure at composing, I thought I should take a moment to thank all my followers out here in WP land. I greatly appreciate your visits, you trying to digest the meanderings through my mind, and your insightful comments.
You give me courage. You give me strength. You give me the will to get back on the horse and throw something out there for the world to see. Accepting the risk of whether it will fly or falter.
So, thank you all for being here, and please come visit again. You help me to grow as a writer, and I’m eternally grateful for that.
Photo: Back in the saddle, somewhere in time and space.
Yesterday, I posed an open-ended question regarding women’s and men’s gender roles and the concepts surrounding modernity’s spin on “re-awakening” in these roles. And the comments have been great and insightful!
But before I travel down that path of personal pontification over what I believe I’m currently witnessing in this regard, I wanted to relay another story. A story about a matriarchal society. And in some ways, I’m not sure it’s accurate to call it that.
Perhaps “balanced” is a better word.
Now I love aboriginal creation stories. Some people refer to these as myths, but I would say no one story is better conceived than any other and we might all learn something if we stop and take a breath once and a while. Open ourselves up to wider perspectives. Expose ourselves to other cultures and different avenues of thought, reasoning, creativity, and belief.
Photo: Part of the Yellowstone River as it winds its way through Hayden Valley.
Living the in the mundane is definitely a death sentence.
Photo: Hiking in the mountains in the borderlands.
Is writing about writing, writing?
Strange question perhaps, but I think I’ve mentioned somewhere before in a post that writing about the techniques of writing is not the same as “storytelling.” And I really do love storytelling.
I was out of breath as I reached the top of the bluff. But it was worth the hike. I now had a falcon’s-eye view out over the South Fork of the Snake River. Absolutely beautiful.
The sprawling flood plain to the East was fully plowed and planted. Potatoes, wheat, and alfalfa. And maybe a few specialty crops lay low in the distance. Broccoli, cauliflower, rhubarb, and cabbage. Casting different hues of green. Forest green to fern, to mantis, to dark pastel, to castelton.
The wind picked up as I hit the fourth mile mark. The warm breeze wrapped around my face and lifted upward and to the East.
It had been a cool fifty degrees when I started my trek an hour and a half earlier, but once the sun crested thirty degrees above the horizon the temperature had been in a steady climb and was fueling the wind gusts that reminded you that the invisible vapor we breath is a powerful force. One not to misjudge. It is tornado season after all.
It’s that time of year. The flowering trees have started to bloom. It usually begins with Wild Cherry and Plumb. Then come the Redbuds and Magnolias. Then Dogwoods, Catalpas, Buckeyes, and Mimosas.
There are a lot of trees in my area with small, white flowers. Probably too many to know all of them. But the other day, when I was out on the trail, I spied this little beauty laying in the grass. It only took a second to realize that it wasn’t a ground flower. There was an entire blanket of these blooms lying under a tree. The Hawthorn Tree.
This was the first time I took a close look at this particular blossom. And it was quite a gift for the day 🙂
The center sort of looks like a creature with unfolding tentacles. Perhaps a Sea Anemone. Take in its beauty and use your imagination. What do you see?
Yesterday, my post was about the need to get back out into Nature to promote both our physical and mental health. What constituted the path to true happiness. The outward journey to inner healing.
So I felt the need to balance that today with this quote about the inward journey. This is the toughest journey of all. And it’s something we often try to avoid. It can be a scary trek, but it’s also the most rewarding. Making contact with our spiritual selves. Without all of the distractions from the external world.
The quote is spot on. Sometimes people lose themselves. They become automatons. Traversing the same trails every day. Speaking in clichés. Allowing platitudes to fill the mind. Avoiding self-examination.
A little time spent in quiet meditation every day is a step to getting back in touch with our real selves. Unplug from the technological world. Disconnect from the external illusion and find your authentic soul.
Photo: I chose this pic because this isolated cabin in the Ozark mountains is a good analogy to our inner selves. Yes, in the material world it’s an external physical structure, but it can symbolically serve to represent our inner consciousness. Our soul. Our particle of awareness. Our gift from the Source.
It is surrounded by a vast external world of distraction and illusion where we often flee.
Come home and relax for a spell. Sit by the fireplace. Reconnect with your spiritual self. Expand your consciousness.
I actually stayed in this little cabin a few years back. It was a great place to get back to Nature. Away from the frenetic pace of modernity. And away from our self-generated hubris. Not only a place to heal in the outdoors, but a place to make that inward journey in peace and solitude.