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Gravity Can Weigh You Down

September 23, 2012 — 4 Comments

For two and a half years I’ve written a humorous blog elsewhere and been somewhat successful at it. Now I want to get serious, but it doesn’t give me any pleasure. I kept asking myself why I had to make things so serious. The conventional wisdom seemed to be dictating to me that I couldn’t discuss a serious topic unless I respected the gravity of it, and of course that meant no funny business. I’m calling bullshit on that. And yes, I realize by saying bullshit that I’m probably precluding myself from featuring some people on this blog. Oh well.

I want to be real here, and the truth is I sometimes say bullshit and quite often think it. No, I don’t mean that I bullshit although I do that too. I mean I see a lot of bullshit out there, uh, in the world, and being so dour isn’t the way to combat it. Humor works best.

And humor is natural for me since it’s often heard at my house and always has been. It even occurs sometimes out of terrible situations. Just the other day Mr. Zee and I got into what I call a knock-down-drag-out argument. Oh, no one got physical, but our words were pummeling each other pretty well. We haven’t had one of these in a good long while. I guess we had one to make up for that lapse. Then when it reached such a pitch that I thought I would faint from the blood pounding in my head, we looked at each other and started laughing. That is far from the first time a serious argument has ended this way. I’m so glad, and before anyone thinks, “Ohmygod, her marriage is in trouble!” Wait. I really don’t care if you think my marriage is in trouble. We’ve made it 29 years, so I think we’re doing fine, and I can’t think of anyone else I would want to fight with, laugh with, and just generally adore. But enough of that. Back to my point.

When going through the pieces I had written for this place, too many of them bored me, and I couldn’t inflict that on you — well meaning as they were. You can thank me later for this kindness. In the meantime, I’ll be working on finding my serious voice.

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My daughter sent me a note about this blog and said:

There is no clear idea as to what this blog is about. Your passions, yes. But are you going to answer the question, “What are we about?”.. I’m excited to see what you have to say. And are you going to go about that in a religious way or in just an aesthetic (creative-needs-met) way? I’m curious. For those who don’t necessarily believe in God, I’m curious as to how you’ll cater to the idea of finding passions without God’s help or any religious infrastructures. Just some of my thoughts.

Good thoughts. Let me be clear what I’m about here. I’m on a journey to explore the pursuit of passions of myself and others. Mostly I want to explore others’ passions and process how that may relate to me and perhaps others. I welcome input! Regarding religious versus aesthetic, there is a need to define a term some. The word ‘religious’ has a connotation of inordinate control or confinement, rigidness in some instances, yet my belief in God does anything but confine me artistically. So I will not be talking about the pursuit of passions in a “religious way” for myself. I will talk at times about God because He is part of who I am. As the author of the creation, I believe He is vital to the pursuit of passions, i.e., if you are alive, you have met the first criterion of pursuing a passion. That is not to say “religious infrastructures” are necessary. In fact, they can be stumbling blocks at times (that’s for another post). With respect to others’ views of religious versus aesthetic, that will be up to them.

Bottom line: this will not be a “religious” blog.

Hope that answers the question.

And given that I want to be very clear to new readers, the title of this piece is now the tagline for the blog, and I have edited the “About” page.

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September 19, 2012 — 2 Comments

By the time you read this, I’ll be on my adventure. I have a destination, but it doesn’t matter how it turns out. Whatever happens, it’s going to be good because I’m going to learn about someone or something. That’s the part that turns me on.

When I was a little girl and got my first “big girl” bike, I took adventures several times a week and every day when possible. I was looking for something I hadn’t seen or heard. Mostly I was looking at and listening to people. I wanted to learn what made them happy. From the time I was very young, I was unhappy. By my fifth birthday, I remember praying to God that I could be three years old again. Three was a good year. It started with a chocolate cake with hot pink frosting and homemade ice cream, and everyone was smiling. Somewhere between that moment and five, things got messed up.

A few years later Ferdinand “Fred” Waldo Demara became my patron saint. I had a thing for him. I wanted to be him, and in some respects, the fascination has never gone away. So today, I’m giving myself permission to be Fred, and I think I might play a reporter. Not sure yet.

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