The people I spend time with inspire me. Some of them paint beautiful landscapes; some of them play their various instruments with a certain intangible something, or certain intangible many-things; some of them write music, or have harmonization ideas that stylistically tend to be different than the harmonies that my mind comes up with; some of them write things that touch me deeply, that make me laugh, that disgust me, that prompt me to ask questions; some of them draw things that actually look like the particular subject matter.
I've been writing and telling stories through word and song my entire life. If you search hard enough (and hopefully, you won't have the drive to), you can find countless blogs that I've kept dating as far back as 2002; any time before that, I generally had to actually put pen/pencil/crayon to paper. Unfortunately I haven't had a tagging or archiving system, and I think that a lot of really interesting prose is hidden amongst years of un-or-only-frustratingly-searchable blog history.
But I enjoy sharing. I enjoy exchanging and engaging. So here's the blog that I'm creating for this time in my life, an archive. My paper journals are scattered throughout various spaces, boxes, rooms, homes, states. My other blogs are interspersed with irrelevant momentary dramas, thoughts on spirituality that rang true "then" (...but this is now), and a few interesting and quirky stories. This one will have old and current creative endeavors (anything with a label of "the past" is from years ago, with the exception of one piece that I wrote just a year and a half ago after returning from Italy). This will be a new home base.
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