It was about a decade maybe fifteen years ago that I decided
I had to do something to capture what was within me. I was feeling shackled by a variety of roles
that seemed to be stealing away pieces of my soul. Watching little and big
pieces of my life disappear scared me.
Ultimately I had to create a space where I could think out
loud (but not where others could hear me) and where I could capture the
memories of whom I was. When I was still
with working at a private practice law firm 16 years ago I wrote a couple of
long pieces dealing with frustration and personal disquiet. Somewhere I still
have them saved on floppy discs. When I
left private practice law was a period of grace when I felt okay and the
turmoil seemed to abate. Nothing went down on paper during that time.
Eventually the questions started to crop up again. Me I have always struggled with questions of
meaning and ethics. Nagging questions
sent me down what a great number of people would think was an endless rabbit
hole of reading philosophy. Immersing my
mind in Spinoza and others I mulled the meaning of life, love, marriage, trust
and honor. Little kernels that I would
glean from their works would sit in the back of my mind. When I was struggling
with things like my son’s diagnosis with Aspergers, my cancer and some other
primal issues my feelings flowed out onto electronic paper.
One day as I was telling probably my rudest but humorous
true sexual story to a couple of my barista friends at the coffee shop I used
to call my second home a third party suggested I write a blog. In March 2008 I started writing. I have slowed my production at times but I
have never stopped. I also started using
little notebooks to record some ideas to work into posts. In doing this I was able to open up things I
kept bottled up inside for a long, long time. Joni Mitchell kind of captured
what was the disquiet that motivated me.
Joni Mitchell - Hejira Lyrics
I'm traveling in some vehicle
I'm sitting in some cafe
A defector from these petty wars
That shell shock love away
There's comfort in melancholy
When there's no need to explain
It's just as natural as the weather
In this moody sky today
In our possessive coupling
So much cannot be expressed
So now I'm returning to myself
These things that you and I suppressed
I see something of myself in everyone
Right at this moment of the world
As snow gathers like bolts of lace
Waltzing on a bridal girl
You know it never has been easy
Whether you do or you do not resign
Whether you travel the breadth of extremities
Or you stick to some straighter line
I would suggest to you (that is anyone who might be reading
this) that you create some time to use your words to suss out different
challenges and feelings that you are working through. Me I have a Gmail account where I send only fragments
of what is crossing my mind. Maybe a
sentence seems to work and I think I could use it later. Maybe I have a little
thought that becomes a paragraph but there is not enough to create a piece of
250, 500 or 750 words. So I capture it
and fire it off and come back to it later.
Here is a plan of action for you dear reader. Create an
electronic space for nothing other than collecting drafts or for writing out
you gut’s most innermost feelings. Then
start using it. Open it and write.
In the darkness and pain of solitude we have to work out our
own salvation my friend.
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