In my approach to Autumn, then Winter 18 April 2019
When I built this blog site on January 12, 2012, I chose four definitions most descriptive of my intentions:
a.ware.ness: 1. Vigilant; watchful. 2. Sensible; awake.
par.a.digm: 1. Serving as a pattern or a model. 2. A set of assumptions, concepts, values, and practices that constitutes a way of viewing reality for the community that shares them.
pos.i.tive pol.i.tics: Characterizing or displaying, with positive intent, the relevant governing of a political entity, such as a nation, and the administration and control of its internal and external affairs.
ra.di.o.head: Thom Yorke, Jonny Greenwood, Colin Greenwood, Ed O’Brien and Phil Selway. Uniquely melding together technical and artistic creativity, their music soothingly jolts.
In a January 19, 2012 post, I expanded my intent:
Mindfulness: living in a cottage of the mind, then, thoughts wandering, exploring here, there, running through time outside; then, a sacred word calling me inside for presence-in-the-moment parties—always invited back. With my blogs, you’re invited too.
Finally, on October 15, 2014, I added:
“. . . as these tellers of tales sat around the fireside or under the shade of trees, and looked into the rapt faces of the listeners, the deeds of men, monsters and the phenomena of nature became fused into one and their work grew architectonic, the story taking on artistic form and moving on to a magnificent climax, revealing in the end the ethical order of the world.”
–Wyche, Richard Thomas. Some Great Stories and How To Tell Them. New York: Newson and Company, 1910., a tattered copy of which was handed down to me by my grandmother.
I aim for storytelling blogs that temper this too-exponentially-evolving world, of library robots, of rocketships from India to Mars, of teenagers (digital natives) who multitask with current media technology in a super-fast manner, and, with any mercy, of soul-enriching, spiritual renewal—tales that would delight my late grandmother–that would encourage generationed reflections, such as hers, on our own world–that would inspire surrounding the brightest firesides of history, yes, but then, as importantly, acting as a positive force within our presence-in-the-moment that, too soon, will pass from these hands.
Today, April 18, 2019, at the age of sixty-four, now in the beginning stages of Parkinson’s Disease, I re-tell the above three posts (revised and edited by myself from the originals) as being my intent for this blog site then, now, and in my approach to Autumn, then Winter.
Norman Rockwell and the loss of political civility 11 February 2017
Everyone wants to dance: An essay 17 January 2016
Turning sixty 17 January 2015
Story-telling: To our children’s children’s children 15 October 2014
Versatile Blogger Award 28 January 2012
Geographies of the Mind 19 January 2012
Party Eugenics 12 January 2012