Hi folks,
It is summertime! That means swimming, barbecue, corn on the cob, gardening, fiery sunsets and misty mornings. It also means that anything related to technology, at least in my world, disappears almost entirely as I find myself spending nearly 10 hours a day outdoors. I have resorted to checking facebook and email once a week, perhaps twice, and my blogs have been relegated to the few spare hours a month when I can speedily write in a short post before running back outdoors again.
The nature of my work allows for ample time to reflect on the ideas and feelings we carry with us and that shape our thoughts and daily interactions. Most of us have heard the commonly stated idea that we completely change every seven years. That our personality, physical characteristics, thoughts and ideas, pass from one narrative to another. Passing into and out of narrative, an invisible narrative, the results seen in the rippling of grasses after a breeze.
The nature of this blog is in many ways like snapshots capturing the rippling grasses where the breeze had once blown, the swaying still seen in the snapshots. We cannot, with concrete certainty, demarcate where we have been. Being is nothing without meaning, and meaning is as varied and invisible and unplaceable as the wind. "There are three truths: my truth, your truth, and the truth," states a Chinese proverb. My truth is encased in a room hidden to all but myself. Your truth is invisible to me. If you shine a light upon it perhaps I can see the shadow of it upon the wall. The truth is immense. Its density and mass too much to decipher. Too much to even think about.
While the narrative rolls on, many things change and many stay the same. One that has stayed the same is this blog. For two and a half years I have written this blog. I have updated it with photos and stories, insights on reflections and activities that come and go. But the blog has continued, despite, or perhaps because of, the numerous changes that confront one in the everyday. Like life, some of the posts have heart and passion in them, others were written half-heartedly, in moments lacking the passion and verve that show through in intermittent bursts as crisp autumn sunlight passing through the sparse, colored foliage, glancing in light and shadow upon golden hillsides. The passion is there in moments, but much of the time the passion must be derived. It needs to be worked at and developed.
Like life, some of these posts were written in the passionless moments. Simple efforts to maintain a blog because I had made it a commitment to maintain. Similar to other commitments, this blog has its bright spots, the posts that glow with energy. And it has its apprehensive posts written out of need, but lacking in desire.
Unlike life, however, when most things change, this blog has stayed. At moments it has lived as a thread, going months with no posts. Other times it has been as a thick rope, with several posts a week. But the blog lives on, like a life it changes focus and develops as the narrative marches forward. From thread to rope to thread. The narrative wind blows unseen, only indirectly visible in the ripples formed in water or the swaying of trees. This blog photographs moments in the rippling and the swaying, and in the past two and half years it is one of the few things that, for my life, has not changed.
Cheers,
Kyle
