Blog titles, I’ve read, should be be pithy and inviting.
It could also be assumed the title will have some relevance to the actual post.
Well its 3.30 pm, the blood sugars are low and there’s no sex going on in this cafe.
There is though a certain magic in writing.It seems many of us have a need to express ourselves in the public domain. I’ve been writing journals for years but they remain in my cupboards unread by anyone including me. Mass stream of consciousness stuff mostly, a cathartic process to expunge my own demons, find the light, to make ( common) sense of uncommon things but not for public consumption really.
So many unread blogs, unloved, immediate and unconscious.
Unknowingly we lay bare our minds but our minds, in truth, are not particularly interesting. It is what we do with our minds that will make us interesting or just an also ran.
Like music. There is a surfeit of excellently recorded music, but the quality of the music itself is often questionable. Today we all have the tools, but it remains the case that great imagination is still as scarce as it ever was and likely ever will be.
If you’ve ever meditated you realise the mind is like an engine or random thought generator, designed solely to produce thoughts. The idea however is you drive it, it should not drive you; it takes far longer to learn to drive than any car.
This blog then is really just a test drive, in public, of my own mind. Eventually, like all of us with a brand new car, I hope to get onto the open road and put my foot down but at the moment I’ll just have to be satisfied with my L plates.
How to be an apprentice (lower case) god 