How Can I Improve My Blog Writing? And.. Pictures? Yes or No? I Wonder...
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As my title asks, I do wonder, how may I improve my writing? But in a way that I can do and enjoy and like, if that is even there, how may I when of course,...
My primary requirement is to nurture my seedling self and make her feel valid.
Knowing as I do that of course,...
You can’t please them all so most importantly be sure to please yourself. Trying to make another happy or achieve some goal you think you should do you could still fail so may as well enjoy the ride at least, however slow or strange or wasteful, dangerous or self-indulgent my path might look.. To other’s points of view. And I know that I have the path but I am also a moth...
A moth and I am a caterpillar in another dimension of my being.. Maybe a fetal creature in another.. So in spirit things can be many different things, shifting between them all and ever beginning new beginnings as you change the moment’s new ease... That is the “of course”, the always, the never, the start, and the “and yet”, for me...
Enemy in a friend and friend of an enemy, never knowing how another zoom or angle or facet makes each thing something else totally and how to be happy within that.. Is that...
It’s within, the voice calling how every moment tells me the music that feels fresher to me, in some sense inside of me...
So,.. Oh well,... And yet, great joy, because... The kind of writing which makes one person happy,...
Could create misery, annoyance or boredom for another...
And even if I never find my audience, my friend,...
It is often still,...
Now that I can say, “and yet”, to every little twisted facet that shakes my core all day long..
Because of this, it’s such an elating thrill, humbling twist, invisibly negating flippancy, to be such a temporary butterfly in life’s nectar fields and harsh adventure of the storms and drought and weather so often...
My friend, my audience, they’re in spirit, I think, too so very much very often I find... That is the best way... For me, so often..
One’s trash is another’s treasure but also one’s darkness is another’s light. Just as one girl’s high is another man’s low. And one child’s fascination is another adult’s immaturity,..
And one mystic’s magic and miracle, another person’s weird, airy fairy or insane.
One person’s toxic poison is another’s food, easily detoxified and extracted the riches from it,...
One’s protection, another’s bafflement.
And on the yin yang exaggeration and shrinking, the truth of lies, and the ability to distort, stretch or shrink so many things according to one’s own lens of experience, feeling, and perception and ideas... ,
All while trying to keep stable footing in the oft times pitching seas of life.
Still maybe to myself more of all I ask it, how might I improve this blog, if and when I might want to?
What about pictures? And other small bursts of intensity like that can often be better, I think...
More universally relatable to recycle and repost what others have already expressed... Better expressed than me...
And more importantly, more audience friendly.. Well, that is, more importantly for the audience, anyway, which is part of what I’ll consider, sometimes, when I’m in the mood for it.
Then other times it’s just me and my poor seedling self in the elements of life. And all who are somehow leaning on this littlest seedling...
So she has to grow well.. I must grow her well and care and protect and nurture her however I can, even if that looks so very dirty, all this dirt it’s so deep within and invisible and all these measly roots and so on...
All this debris that I use for fertilizer and all the decomposition of it to get to that point where I can even start. Oh dear me..
Oh well... I like the smell and squishiness and so on of this dirt and life is a dirty business, so often, to me.. It has to be. May as well immerse in it and enjoy it as much as I can find, focus on the good..
Whether that good is very small or big, exciting or rather dull... The good is the only thing to feel when all else seems so chaotic and fruitless as it often does in my chaotic life, for me, now.
So I will celebrate in decay and destruction, with faith and good cheer and determination to boot. And doggedness... And open-heartedness... And faithfulness... And, lightness, levity, cheerfulness...
Energy, brightness, etc,.. and so on... Appreciation without clinging, pleasure without expectation, plans without being set in stone but piling there like many fallen petals and papers scattered or bound, but still... Still with all that effort and focus and scattered effort, scattered but focused gathering ideas... that can change form or be decomposed with time...
