All I Write About
It seems when I go to write all I think about is politics, war and Marines. I think about other things, I swear I do. I just don’t brood about these other things.
A Laundry List of Things I Have Thought About Today
Besides Politics and War
Besides Politics and War
1. 3rd Grade Honor Night
2. Monday Deadlines
3. My church newsletter
4. School is almost out YEA!
5. That Real Estate Brochure I Need to Be Jumping On
6. My Husband’s Memoir
7. My dogs
8. My oldest son and his family
9. Getting cars serviced
10. That Logo
11, Buddhist Symbols
12. Shambala Principles
13. Tai Chi
14. My Blog
15. A Collage I have been asked to do
16. The Cover of New Horizons
17. Making a post to recruitsparents.com. Don’t you hate putting ourself out there like that? Well, I do. I find it such a frightening leap to post to a group or to keep a blog. Yet I do all these things of which I am afraid.
It must be something inborn in me. When I was younger then eight but older than five, having mastered riding my bike, I created a club I called “The Scary Fun Club.” I was the only member but I was quite taken with this club -- with this feeling.
I rode my bike fast, on yards, over rocks, down hills and I flipped round and round on my swing set. I was exuberant. Luckily I am a third child and grew up in the sixties. I had no overly protective parents nor was I the designated Goddess of the Universe.
I was just a well-taken-care-of child who had woods, a creek, tadpoles, a snake here and there, an older sister to share a room with and an older brother who was my best buddy in the world in those days.
Ahh - the days on Hilltop Drive when I was actually a kid laying out nerve passageways for joy, freedom, risk - NATURE. Now certainly I am hardwired to take a certain risk now and then: post a new blog, go to a new class. I am still trying to learn, to go somewhere new in my life. Change is in the air. I know what it feels like. I recognize it when the cycle begins. If I check back in my journals one or two years back, I will find I already imagined this. Wanted it. Feared it. Participated in it. Made it happen.
Oh, don’t mistake me. I am still not the all powerful center of everyone’s universe. Random change happens. There are times of sameness with only insignificant change and then there are times when nothing remains unscathed - when there is a regular revolution of consciousness.
I am afraid because I sniff this change in the air. I see it in the news, I feel it in my bones: this change which is getting ready to blow over.
Scary fun? Or just scary?
Monday, May 21, 2007
The Scary Fun Club
