"Did you ever stop to think, and forget to start again?"
- A. A. Milne
Six months have passed since my last blog entry, and I wonder why. I have myriad excuses! I just didn’t feel like writing. I had no deep ideas not elsewhere recorded in some billions of recorded words, so why write them? I felt like a monkey trying to write Shakespeare, yet not patient enough to wait for chance. I needed a rest, a sabbatical, a temporary respite from trying to translate my self into words and phrases. I was afraid of your criticism, your misunderstanding, your disdain, your wondering, “What the hell is the matter with that man?” So, too, perhaps you wondered why you signed up for my weekly emails and never got them.
Nevertheless, paraphrasing the classic phrase from Poltergeist, the movie:
There comes a time in the awakening man’s life that he realizes each person is unique in the universe. He, too, is the only one of his kind with his life experiences and lessons. He sees the possibilities of growth through sharing, through telling his stories, through being honest with others about who he is and why he exists. Through his writing, he changes the mythology of his existence into reality on this plane of existence.
Moreover, he enjoys the opportunity to reach out to others with his reason, his feelings, his subjective view of life, and his own interpretation of meaning. He grabs the opportunity to speak, and perhaps to be kind, to teach, to guide, or to simply to reveal new thought and meaning for others.
Through journals, poems, essays, meanderings of the pen in whatever form, he defines what is real for himself, and thus defines what he is as a man, as a person, as a spiritual body, and what is important. Simply put, he brings meaning to his life through his writing, and in so doing, he opens the door to others and leaves his legacy.
Thus, I return, with my thoughts on awakening. Welcome to my journey! May you take yours!