« December 2007 | Main | February 2008 »
January 22, 2008
Feeding the Beast
There have been many thoughts, feelings and issues that I have wanted to write about in the last few weeks. Perhaps this sounds familiar to you? A train of thought comes along that you are more than ready to indulge with utter enthusiasm, when suddenly something else decides to interject at just the right moment, and somehow you are distracted from what seemed so important at the time.
I guess to simplify this, is to simply say, “That’s life”. It can hit you straight in the middle of your forehead with the such clear intent, and begin the slow process of dissipation down into your body tissues, draining away through your extremities... or something like that.
OK, so maybe that is a rather animated version of what really happens when one just looses their train of thought. Perhaps I should just take notes as I go along.
Needless to say, I have been busy with a number of projects that definitely add up when it comes to my time issues, and this ultimately contributes to a lack of new material for my blog.
I suppose some bloggers do feel that having a blog is like owning a lovable pet that must be fed and watered with vital regularity. For me this might quickly turn into a grumpy, hairy beast that strikes its’ cage walls periodically to make sure I understand that it is indeed very hungry and needing immediate attention. Guilt begins to form and I am certain that someone can hear it wailing!
But, just as Beauty can calm her Beast’s kindly heart… I do love nurturing this animal. It allows me to stroke it as I put any visual and literal perspectives into some kind of fruition, sometimes causing a chain of motion into action. As an artist, this can be a powerful thing to further the notion of ‘creative outlet’, and I press this cherished idea against my most passionate of hearts.
All of this came to me after a meaningful conversation with a fellow artist/writer, whom I very much respect and admire. She has been maintaining her blog quite beautifully, and so much so, that the women’s art organization that we both belong to, has invited her and two others to talk about their blogging wisdom. I do look forward to this program!
Toward the end of our conversation, it came out that I do indeed have a blog as well, and she promptly told me she would take a look at it soon after we hung up. Some concern entered my thoughts, as I then
realized I had not added anything new in quite some time, and I was certain my beast would show its’ sad, empty face as soon as she clicked the right keys to its’ door. However in afterthought, I did recall her saying that she had not recently entered any material into her space either. Perhaps mine will not look so austere.
Here is an example of what comes along and somehow seems worthy of making some reference to - blog style.
A few nights ago, my partner and I went out for dinner, and then happily preceded to a bookstore, as this is something we do share in common, thank God. It was quite cold out, as the breeze hit our faces with a penetrating, icy chill. We did our browsing and purchasing of what we wanted, and as we walked back out into the crowded parking lot, I was struck by these small flowering trees that stood in between rows of parked cars, just under some tall, sparse lights. Delicate white flowers moved in soft motion with the cold, mid-January wind, as it was nearly 9:30 in the evening and had been dark for some time.
Many birds were merrily singing along in what seemed an eerie scenario of possible ‘global warming’ events. I looked at my partner and asked, “Do you find any of this a bit strange?” Before he could say anything, a man and woman swiftly walked by to get into their car. The man had a pair of shorts on, and when my partner pointed it out, we laughed, as if the whole weirdness was choreographed and this short-wearing man was the punch line! We thought that he did not hear us, but he quickly responded by saying, “ And yes… I am cold!” We could hear his partner laughing along with us, as we slid into our car to go home.
I know it has been said many times that truth is much stranger than fiction, and certainly there are odder and much more interesting stories to tell, but for now, this is what I have decided to put into my hungry, little blog. I think it just burped!
Posted by kay at 05:22 AM | Comments (0)