I’ve been doing this blog for more than four years, and 750 posts later I’ve discovered a few things:
1. Whenever I sit down at my laptop to write, a post is revealed. Maybe I have a clear picture of the future words, or maybe nothing has come to me. Either way, I trust deeply that my inner me will express itself in some manner.
2. I write about what moves me, whether it’s silly or serious. If the topic doesn’t “sing” to me, why bother? Sometimes I feel a narrowing of my forehead skin and a pursing of the lips … signs that I’m engaged. A quickening of the heart.
3. Increasingly, I don’t care what you folks in cyberland think of my thoughts. First of all, I have no idea how many of you there are. “Likes” are nice but that’s just small ego stuff. Even if you don’t enjoy what I have to say, I figure I’m planting seeds that will somehow enhance life on Earth. “That sounds egotistical, Bruce.” Oh well. I don’t think it is but if I’m perceived that way by some, that’s okay. I deeply want to contribute but even if you’re all sitting there shaking your heads, I’ll keep writing.
4. I’ve read a lot in my life, and my posts often reflect what someone else has said. Works for me. But beyond that, what brand new things can I bring to this existence? Yes, brand new. I think it’s in me, and in you, to bring new flowers to blossom.
All right, how about a quote, from one of my faves – Teilhard de Chardin:
I would like to speak as I think, without concern for what is accepted, with the sole idea of translating as faithfully as possible what I hear murmuring in me like a voice or song, which are not of me, but of the World in me. I would like to express the thoughts of a man who, having finally penetrated the partitions and ceilings of little countries, little coteries [groups that are exclusive of others], little sects, rises above all these categories and finds himself a child and citizen of the Earth.
Often, such as tonight, the words flow from my fingers without much thought. It feels like I am being written. It feels like I’m a conduit for something big.
Okay, Bruce, that’s enough musing. Just publish the darn thing.