Chance = Change

THis morning - 7:00 a.m. - shot straight up from my pillow and knew that today would be a day of writing...knew that today would be the day that I would have the need and will to catch up on the things that wanted writing down....knew that my life had become so full, that to pour it out onto a page was the thing needed, rather like doing the laundry, so there'll be clean things to wear...I knew that the soft and comfortable corner of our brown leather sofa in the living room - the corner that looks right out on The Avian Café in our front yard, where the trees are beginning to show small and barely discernible signs of a budding Spring - I knew that that is where I will be spending most of this day: writing.

Rick W. - a friend from Canada whose writing I admire - commented the other day that it's been a long while since last I posted anything new on the blog - a small reminder that someone at least , some one person is watching, reading and caring enough to do so. Why am I always so surprised when someone reminds me they are reading me?
BUT ON THE OTHER HAND: it's good to be reminded of WHY I write....why WE write.

We write because we wish to be READ.

And now, after getting to know the community I am currently residing in much better -thanks to my constant work on The Big Read in this community for the past half a year , I HAVE gotten to know this wonderful Abingdon / Washington County community better! And I'm so grateful for that.

Because not only have I met some of the most interesting and marvelous people ever , but I have been reminded of something I have probably always "intuited" : we are all in this life together, and WE WANT TO BE READ...WE WANT TO BE KNOWN! All of us...not just those of us who talk too much, or feel comfortable letting our thoughts out in public, but ALL of us want at least someone to know us...know our innermost selves...AND WE ALL WANT IT.

Sorry - for those who think that disappearing into a private cave all alone is paramount - come out, come out, wherever you area; YOU want to be seen and known as well, even if it's only by that one person residing in your brain you think is only you....SO, as a result: people write. Or people scrawl with rocks on the walls of whatever cave houses them: they draw pictures of horses or count the days of their lives....for future generations to discover....in order to prove that they existed at all.

And writing is not the only way people let themselves be know, of course.....every single one of us keeps a personal blog in one form or another: some write as naturally as breathing.....others draw or paint their lives....others choreograph their being onto others' bodies to be read by audiences of relative strangers....some drink too much and publish their innermost lives on a bar stool somewhere in the dark of night...some people attend meetings, or lectures and sit mysteriously in a corner for all to wonder about....others simply live their lives, drink their morning coffee and get to work on time, hoping someone will notice : that personal hoping is their daily blog entry because it communicates as clearly as the written word if someone is open to "reading" that quiet person and noticing the soft acts of creation going on every moment that person silently breathes in their daily cubicle.

The Big Read taught me that every one is a book.
Waiting and wanting to be read. Life is just one enormous public library. Volumes and volumes line the walls.