Many times in the past I have caught myself "playing desk". This is where I make lists, get excited over colorful clips and glitzy post-it notes, and arrange then rearrange the piles of work in front of me. Endlessly. It can feel fun and satisfying until I realize that I've artfully managed to avoid actually accomplishing anything of depth or significance. Lately I've had the nagging suspicion that perhaps that's what I'm doing here with my blog. Not exactly wasting time, but just playing. Am I avoiding the REAL writing? Does anyone even care? What is the point? (I suppose that writers and artists have always asked themselves that question--sort of the nature of the beast. But still...)
Then I started getting some comments from people that indicated there actually ARE live people out there in the ethers that are reading some of what I write. And I've talked with a few folks who surprised me by literally quoting something they read on my blog. (Now that was a shock!) And today I had coffee with my good friend, Cynthia (A Shimmy in My Spirit), who reminded me that what I'm doing has real value, even if I don't always see it in the moment. I realized that while I do my artwork for pleasure, I write because I can't seem to help myself. I simply have to write. I suppose if I touch someone along the way then I get bonus points, but the payoff is just getting to say what's on my mind and sending it out into the great big unknown. When a voice comes back to me it really is a wonderous thing. And besides, we all should play a bit more.
So today I'm feeling truly grateful for:
1. All the someones who've reached out through space to say hello.
2. All the people who've smiled after reading my words.
3. All those intrepid bloggers out there who've allowed me into their thoughts and their worlds.
4. Getting to see a little more clearly the gossamer threads that connect us all together, regardless of our vast differences.
5. Getting the chance to play in this great, glorious game.