Thankyou for all your comments and feedback on my last post, about that hairy behemoth called blogging. It’s been really helpful actually.
I’m in the process of designing a new space, (*sigh*…yet again), with a non-WP platform. I’m hoping it works, but if it doesn’t, then I’m taking my bat and my ball and going home to Blogger.
As I mentioned, WordPress and I don’t really gel, and for someone who likes designing clothes in my head, I don’t have a tech-design brain. Or maybe it’s just patience that I lack. Happy to go with that. WordPress makes me feel like a toddler with a crayon, on the verge of a tantrum, told to go crazy on a public monument.
It’s good to realise one’s limitation so relatively late in life.
For all those who bother to return to this ever-changing (can’t say evolving) space, I do thank you for your saintly patience.
But I’ve been thinking a lot lately, especially since my last post and your wonderful comments, (but also inspired by Mel’s writing), about this blogging thing; and how fortunate I am to encounter readers who are a bit Old School like myself with reading. As in – you like to read. You know…books and stuff? And text-heavy things don’t seem to bother you as they now bother the increasing majority of interweb readers. Because that’s where it’s mostly at now.
Our human impulse is to reach out and feel connected to something, to others, to feel alive, stimulated, inspired. But because of the saturation levels, we are often reduced to the glance, the skim. Information passes through us at lightning speed, we retain very little and move on to the next. We get a kind of fatigue, a mental indigestion. It’s a kind of feeding frenzy, but it mostly seems to feed the hunger, rather than sate it. I’m often reminded of No Face, the hungry ghost in Spirited Away.
And I got to the heart of what troubles me about this excess of consumption that creates hunger, (apart from the excess), is the lack of narrative thread. The lack of connection between yesterday-today-tomorrow. The erasure of meaning, of story. Shifting sands, erasing yesterday as something redundant, outdated even before nightfall. As though nothing matters except now…now…now, and also that shiny future moment, that never speaks, nor listens to here.
I should preface this and say that there are times when I like the bright and shiny, and I’m a consumer of this too. I don’t stand in judgement of this, or point any finger. I’m just interested in making meaning.
Also I’m a reader of the stand-alone article, as much as anyone. And I completely get why this is the way to say, run a business. Providing offerings that are contained, useful, and serve a purpose. So, yes. I get it. The stand-alone has great value, and is a gift in itself.
But for me, (not running a business), I want to bear witness to the narrative thread of a life – and not just my own. Not in an intrusive way, (I don’t have to know someone’s personal details), but to connect with others within a narrative, where you sense someone’s yesterdays, what’s brought them here into the now; because we’re historical beings.
I want to invest in caring about those diverse narrative, personal threads. Those tiny sparks that are held in the vast night of the world, seeing and feeling how we are all connected in some way. Simply because we make it so. Because we choose to see one another, and the beauty that resides there. In often quiet ways. And we make that matter.
In that way, we may bring a humanity to something disembodied, an abstraction that’s also a technological tool. We become the architects of something soulful and dignified, because we choose to honour the dignity and wholeness of a human being, and the human story. We walk a spiral that contains an internal logic and ancient rhythms amidst the chaos, and noise, and spectacle.
So I will continue to stumble along, catching the threads of days – of ideas, hopes, aches, losses, loves – weaving them together as best I can, (although they are usually a bit of a tangled mess), making sense of things because I feel, well, everything; and encountering those who do too.
Warmest wishes to you. xx