Dear special and appreciated readers. Eight years ago today, May 6th 2011, I awoke after a sleepless night and penned my first post “Waking Thoughts.”
To those who know me, and those who wish they didn’t, these eight years have been a voyage and a half, but the interest and affection of my readers has been a constant source of emotional nourishment during the journey. We pass by lives in the blogosphere, hearing people say the profoundest, most personal and intimate things about themselves before they move back into the mists of anonymity, but all the while I have been struck by how common are the struggles so many of us face, even if we express them privately.
I will leave you with a re-print of my “About page” because it says a lot about how special the meeting has been with so many of you. Bless you all and may the coming blogging years be filled with the contentment and serenity so many of us seek
“ Some come by to read a line or two, see nothing here and soon move on their way.That I understand . Life is full of glances. But to you, who read beyond an opening phrase I say this:
Online we meet.. inside.. out: emotions first, and dreams of course. Some anecdotes: piecemeal at best. Brief glimpses of a passing life, written in faltering intimacy.
Reader meet the writer of these words.
Let us imagine , you and I, standing in some forest glade, or on a sidewalk in some busy town. Feel a wind rise up, magic in its properties, and watch the scenery round us fall away .Lift the objects gently, one by one, till buildings, trees,and all but ground are gone. Nothing to see now, just you and I: alone in words with stillness in our hearts.
What would we see: alien or lover. Confused of spirit or finally at peace. Naked, uneasy or living harmony. Would you see danger, and cautionary tales, or some stranger on the road, hold out his hand to help you safely home .
Life soon passes, my skin attests to that. Those nimble limbs that ran as if a breath are now at rest on this, an average day. And you; where are you in this? Still out for love, or running from the cost. Dreaming of spires with bells that chime your name, or dragging your history down some deserted path. The tragedy that caught you, or the blessing of a charm are present now and written on your face. Mine too is full of complex history
But in this moment, nearly at an end . Let me hope that you who caught my words, and held them briefly in your thoughts, find the peace to quench your doubts and walk with me towards your chosen path.”