|"It is what it is"|
Two hundred and seventy four times I have come on here and laid bare a story. Does it matter to the universe that I do this, write a blog?
Yes, in a way I think it does. There have been times when my heart went out to you, when it reached out in order that someone might say- "there there now..." When it beat excitedly with news about leaves or sprouts, sunrises- moons, mice and men, children and dogs... Sometimes my heart was breaking, could you hear that too? True calling is nothing but a toll, a ringing...it has made a difference to me in that as I was changing, growing- hell, going to seed! I chimed in...that's all. This blog is the clear sound of my own music, the thing I was made to play. I'm a little off key at times, a little flat, sometimes shrill- still it is my song you are hearing, the chord I was meant to strike as only I could.
See...I think that we all have a note to play, a chord that can be struck or strummed by no one else but us. When we become that instrument, it is only then that we can truly sense the true rhythm of this world, of each other, of every thing.
But what do I know really? I'm just a hayseed, and truly- I'm quite happy simply being a part of it all. I'm glad I have my place here, though I would definitely share it if someone had the need to join the chorus...when you get right down to it, we all do have that need. To be a part of it. Thing is- we already are. But we all too often silence our own joy, our own belonging when we silence our stories, our songs, our parts...
Just my two cents, thanks for listening.
(Two hundred and seventy four dollars will be distributed to my son, his father and a local charity in honor of the anniversary of True Calling.)