Say Anything, Say What?

I was over at the steve pavlina blog and he was asked the question of what people should blog about. This is what he said that motivated this post:

Imagine yourself on a stage before an audience of a million people.  You have the mic for as long as you want.  What would you say?  Would you start spouting marketing gobbledegook?  Maybe if you want to get boo’ed off the stage.  Would you blab on about what you had for breakfast this morning?  Zzzzzzz.  Figure out what you’d say to that audience (for real), and you’ll know what to blog about.  Then go do it!

Well here is what I would like to say. I would like to share my experiences. My life with anyone that would care to learn from it. Now I will tell you why.

Back a long time ago, people talked. The sounds of their voices carried as much weight and influence as the meaning of the words that were said. Fathers would sit down with sons and mothers would teach their daughters. Important history, life lessons and culture were shared and bonds were made. Through the experience of others, you could avoid mistakes yourself or even step ahead of the game a bit easier. My grandfather did that for me, but he is gone now. I valued our time a lot.

Today we don’t talk much. We watch TV and people don’t take time to sit down with old people and learn from them. Things are being lost. Ideas and ways of life are being forgotten. Some of the traditions that make boys feel like they have arrived as men and girls as women don’t happen anymore. What happens is we end up with a lot of adult aged people that still feel inside like boys and girls. No more rights of passage or collective support for steps taken forward into new “beingness”.

For a long time I have wanted more, well to understand more of reality. Whatever real reality is….(more on that in another post). I have the luxury with my path that I get free time to study and think. I want to remember things we have forgotten and I want to get back to a way of life where people care more about making their life a soul dance instead of a survival dance.

Poetry is a beautiful thing. Maybe sometimes people don’t want to read about “getting ahead”. Maybe sometimes a person wants to get home from work, grab a cup of tea and read a small piece of fantasy that takes them away to a place that sparkles like heaven. A mysterious place in the mind that shuts out reality and where the innermost longings of your essence can run wild…until the cup of tea is finished. That, I feel, is something worthy of sharing.

I am at the point in my life now where I am asking a lot of questions and I have the time to try and understand some answers. As a fellow human yourself, some of these questions are probably the same. Maybe the time I spend reading, thinking and meditating can help some small piece of your soul dance evolve. If that happens to be the case, then my existence is justified by that tiny contribution.

What I will have said and what I have written in this blog will have served a purpose.

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