Encounters with myself … others … Life !
I felt the odd one out. There was an aura of excitement when I signed in to ‘uni-class’ today. Students were already posting links, asking questions. The numbers indicator on the new comments button kept rising. I tried to keep pace, to keep up with the flow of comments. It seemed to be about a “Dream reader.”
Are you serious … is that the task? I had been so interested in chatting before class I had forgotten to check the days assignment. I looked at the blackboard, sorry Dashboard. No assignment there. I was on the wrong page. A bit of searching and a couple of SOS messages later to the ‘Commons’ and I found the right page. Yes… it’s there all right.
Today’s Assignment: publish a post for your dream reader, and include a new-to-you element in it.
“New–to-you element” – Very nice !! I felt the excitement now. I had enrolled to learn the tech wizardry of the blogosphere. The incredibly supportive WP team had given necessary guidelines for tweeting, embedding videos, images etc. I don’t tweet (yet) but would like to try my hand at embedding a video.
The other part (to write about my Dream Reader) is another story – figuratively speaking, because I am going to have to put that story in this story!
Problem is, I’m not sure that I have a dream reader. I am a sort of a reluctant blogger … I blog for ‘me’.
I can hear many exclamations … what are you doing here … go keep a diary etc … but am I the only one who feels that way? Some one help me please. Some one tell me you feel the same way too …!
I write to unravel my mind … to come to understand myself, others, life, our final destination, God. And when a little bit of light comes In through my window, I open it wider … see if I can reflect some light back to someone else who needs it – who is trying the unravel the same issues.
Is that my Dream Reader then?
I want to postpone this task as I have chores to do, but my mind has got into a tangle and I need to unravel it now. WP team is really clever. They set you thinking and get you focused with their questions … who are you, why are you here, who is your dream reader ….
Heavy stuff. Or is it? I am a thinker … an over thinker … an over over thinker if there is such a thing… and I have to remind myself to ease up, laugh at my self. I remind myself that ‘the reason angels can fly is that they take themselves so lightly’.
I need to keep that in mind now. Stop over-thinking. Keep it light. it would be nice to have a picture in front of me so I Google it. First strike – many quotes on angels. Not really what I wanted but I read some of them :
The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us and we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone. ~George Elliot
Very nice. Reminds me of the day the lotus bloomed and I knew it not; Reminds me of me 🙂 .
Philosophy will clip an angel’s wings ~John Keats .
Oh oh … I like philosophy but perhaps should not philosophize so much. My siblings complain about this. 🙂 But there is another quote that counteracts it. I like this last part which in some odd way reminds me of my ramblings :
…(angels) speak their own (language) whether there be any who understand it or not ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
And then this one
We are each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another ~ Luciano de Crescenzo.
A song popped into my head and suddenly my Dream Reader was before me: This is who I write for … my brother standing on the road with a heavy load from the seed he’d sowed; My sister fallen by the road with no one to point the way . . .
I write to unravel my mind. I blog to share my journey, compare maps with fellow travellers, lend our compasses to each other because the joys and hopes, obstacles and hazards on the road are the same for all men.
There were many versions of this hauntingly beautiful song but I selected this one because the images bring you to silence. I hope you take a few minutes to watch…
… (even) with only one wing, we can still fly by embracing one another ~ Luciano de Crescenzo.