It’s probably hard to tell what with my sporadic posting, but my internal goal here is to get something up once a week. Most of my free time comes on the weekend, so that’s when I’ve done most of the writing that I’ve put up here. Unfortunately I spent most of this weekend working on a kind of eyes only project.

I love having a sense in my head. I can’t even call it a thought. It’s just a hard nebulous little bit of emotional ore and I scoop it out and start going to work on it. Chisel here. File there. Bend it. Twist it. Another go with the file.

Eventually I look at it and I feel like I have successfully taken a thought out of my head and made it portable, so that someone else can take it into their head.

I know of nothing like that feeling. I don’t care if people think I’m a good writer. Well, that’s not entirely true. I hope that mine is a voice that people enjoy, of course. But my main thing, my real reward is to see the thing that was in my head become a part of the world. I guess it’s the same with any creative pursuit. You have an idea. You end up with a thing that can be passed around.

The pure flower of thought. How beautiful! We are so fortunate to have this ability. I’d like to give a shout out to those that helped me learn to read. I’d like to give another shout out to those who taught me to write. Big ups to those whose words have shown me what words can be. Respect to all who create. Even if not everyone likes it, you fight past all those inner voices (and maybe even outer ones) and you get your thoughts outside your head. You make the world with the thing in you and that is…

…that is why we are here, I am beginning to think.

That is why we are here.

I am beginning to think.