After, “publishing” my last post this screen came up and said something like “Wizzo, this is your 70th Post” . I thought it was amazing that I’d written so many. The funny thing is that, regardless of how much or little effort I put into them, most of them are lost deep in the back catalogue so to speak and unlikely to see the light of day again.
Sometimes I come across a new Blog and read the current post. I might be lucky and hit on a day when they are either talking with some expertise on a subect which pricks my interest or are reflecting or worrying about some personal issue in a way which draws you into their story. If that happens you might glance at their tab list and see if you can find the posts which tell you more about them. .If they are like me and have no tab you sort of peer around the blog in a slight muddle before drifting off to check the current price of cabbage. Whatever it is you keep coming back to their writings because something about them earns your attention.
So often as we know, within these Blogs we find the extra- ordinary within the ordinary. A courage unaware of itself. A Stoicism or quality of perception displayed almost casually among the bric a brac of daily observations A reminder that human thought, honestly expressed, can be a transient beauty of nature as haunting as the the cry of a whale
There are Blogs I have found which pull me up short and make me think this person has so much to say and remind me that a significant percentage of the great music composed will never be heard, or poems published. A modest greatness is lost within the archives of the blogs I find and the spiritual music they produces is partly muffled by the authors unawareness of his/her own ability.
I blogged to begin with because I had a thought and I did’nt want to lose it as I so often did, so I scribbled it down on here. I continue blogging because out here on this dry platform I have found moments of life beautifully expressed in ways which make me reavaluate my life. To be part of that community is uplifting to me.
As in any congregation there are the strutters and self- promoters but it those others I seek out who constantly express for me the beauty of the human spirit present in the most modest of lives and keep my interest in this place constant. Long may it continue