You’ve been here a while, right? Long enough to see my readership blossom from three casual readers to four indifferent readers? I’m sorry, what number where you? No worries, it’s not important.
What’s important is that you’re here.
I mean that. Your participation here makes all the difference to me. It’s not that I don’t have any friends. Quite the opposite, in fact. I have a small group of close friends that are the best a guy could have. And…I have an AWESOME family. I’m rich that way.
I’m also rich with a growing circle of fans and friends online who take time out of their day to stop in and say hi, tell a story, maybe a joke, and to share a part of themselves with me. It’s an important part of my day to interact with people in this digital world…this Grid.
But the past few months of interacting with people has changed me. It has changed how I view the world. You see, I’m an entertainer at heart. My lot in life is to make people laugh, and think and be happy. Imagine if you will that I am a flower. To bloom I must have the warm rays of laughter and happiness. I receive that in abundance (though the laughter is often silent online) here on this website. But the creative well is only so deep. I’ve been looking for a creative river that flows heavily with ideas and inspiration. A river that at times may slow to a stream, but at times will rage to a flood. A source so rich and life giving that I can stake out my claim on the riverside and be filled with its glory forever…
I have a flair for the dramatic, no?
It’s easy for me to feel like this is a spiritual moment, because it is. This morning as I was tying my shoes I had an epiphany. My creative river flows through me every day. Your words, your comments. Your presence here inspires me. It inspires me to challenge myself, to create new ideas, to seek new perspectives. The everyday life of our conversations is an unending resource more valuable than anything else I’ve experienced.
A recent online conversation I had really made me reflect on my journey. This person made me realize that my path isn’t always as clear as it may seem. I still have goals to reach, but I also have an awesome responsibility to stay true to who I really am. I was inspired to write a poem;
“Vickie jumps a hobbled train
That takes her to the country
She seeks a tree that gives her fruit
Though she doesn’t know she’s hungry
The train breaks down outside of town
And Vickie’s left to wander
She leaves the car and goes real far
And soon begins to ponder
She finds some seeds amongst the leaves
And Vickie stops to plant them
She has her trees that give her fruit
That she shares with friends.”
I started thinking about how we plan a trip and then something goes wrong and the adventure starts. Our lasting memories come from those unexpected moments. I had to find some symbolism for that, based on that conversation I’d had. This poem is a great reminder for me. It wasn’t that I’d even planned on writing a poem, but inspiration struck…from a conversation.
My creative river.
It’s happened more than once. I had been having a conversation with another friend online and I was hit on the side of the head with an idea. She had mentioned something about baseball. But I had been thinking about wizards and witches. The good kind. Probably Harry Potter. Anyway, I came up with this;
“Dava the witch
Dressed in red
Went to the cupboard
Bumped her head
Spilled all the spells
The tails and the heads
Needed eye of a bat
But used baseballs instead.”
I rather like that one.
So maybe I don’t have to worry about where inspiration is going to come from. My creative river is flowing full. I’m lucky to have you all here and engaging in conversation. I LOVE it!! I get to have fun and laugh, and hopefully create something in return that you will enjoy…