Working at a dreamy ranch up north last week, I was away from my talky media-- my progressive radio, news and junk TV, so commentary pent up . Thus this week, amid frolicking with 3 old friends who passed through town, I had to share my spins with friends in a favorite urban forest of democratic chat. Mini-blogging, if you will. Doh-see-doh, don'cha see? Misc topics-- reply and fly. Have yet to start my own thread... Thus showing my age perhaps... Still shy... Not realizing the fabric has a very dense thread count when seen from a stepped back or up the branches. So one little reply will swim right by and not become the talk of the town, posted in the village square. My bon mots are static, man. Well, shimmering static, if you want a touch of glamour.
So, do I roll the topics out within this thread on the blog? Or add the snippets by topic-- that seems more logical. And may make friends' commenting easier, when I dare to share, and break that barrier. Restraint of self disclosure was once a necessary tool, then became overwrought when imbued with emotional mystery it really didn't need. Reasons for silence. To merely listen because thoughts change and to say something one later did not mean would be tantamount to treason? My goodness aren't our little thoughts just way too precious, then? Done shriveled on a velvet pillow? Withered in the damn lock-box, would you say? Do declare ! Or would ya probably not? And there you are being the perfect astrological sign to be torn by the tug of the illusive absolute truth and the joy of comedic banter with the world. Though dualistic tendencies are surely a part of our very DNA -- so much yin and yang out there.
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