CITY OF ROCKS SP, NM—More Ice, Weekly Organizing, and Mental Confusion.
CITY OF ROCKS SP, NM—I used to keep a personal diary for years, but stopped when I got serious about blogging.
With blogging being so formal though, I’ve decided to also start keeping a personal journal (I’m using Day One for the Mac). How often I’ll keep it up, well, if the past is any indicator, I’ll start out strong with daily entries, but I’m sure it will quickly fade to a much less frequent schedule. Who knows?
As an experiment (inspired by this stupid idea), I’m going to (once a week or so) post it on this blog for awhile. No guarantees on how long I’ll continue with this experiment—not so much because I care what it reveals about me (as I found out with Fading Toward Enlightenment, it’s a great ego-shattering practice sharing your deepest thoughts with the world), but I might take it down if I get too much criticism or unsolicited (unwanted) advice. Just sayin’.
I’ll try to do minimum edits, but some will be necessary, either to protect the privacy of others or to explain some of my more oddball terms and concepts.
Don’t expect gripping, edge-of-your-seat stuff either. I live an extremely simple and solitary life—practically Thoreau-esque—which fits with my contemplative personality and love of nature.
Also please don’t expect me to answer questions or reply to comments on these journal entries. I’m not trying to be a hard-ass, I just think it will take away from the spontaneity of journaling (“Man, if I have to explain this, I’m just not going to write about it”). They’re mainly for me and future-me—for later books, to reveal patterns, document changes (“Oh, I used to think of Radiance that way.”), etc.. While I know I’ll find them to be a useful practice and tool—and provide readers with a peek inside the mind of someone with a duplex personality—I just don’t want to feel obligated to explain or justify my thoughts or actions. Again, just sayin’.
One last note, before (to mix metaphors) casting the first stone, please be sure to look deeply into the mirror first (ie: if your diary or intimate thoughts were posted online…).
OK, enough of the disclaimers, pussy-footing, and excuses—below are the first set of entries…