And so, I make my entrance into the world of social media and launch my blog.
My blog. It sounds so big. It sounds so self aggrandizing. It sounds a bit ominous. And yet...
There is a small voice that is whispering inside my head, some siren song almost too soft to hear, that this is OK. I can write. I can dip and dive into my head and heart, learn something about me, something about you, something about God and grace and life. It's all good, as they say.
I can write, and you can read--- or not. But I can write. In fact, I think I have to write. This is my way, the only way I have found yet, where I can find a way to bridge that unending chasm that stretches between my head and my heart. This is my rant, my prayer, my soapbox. This is my treasure map, I think, where I will scribble in the details as they appear: the dragon lairs that lay dank and dark and befuddle me; the quicksand that masquerades as solid footing, waiting to snag my wandering feet; the havens and resting spots, bits of sudden grace, unexpected and joyous, filled with light and air and laughter. And you, you will hold a torch to help me see in the dark, a hand to hold when I am sure I am lost, a voice to remind me I am not alone.
I can write, and so I will.
I hope you will read this blog, and write back. Engage and argue, participate, think, laugh, cry, get angry, get quiet. It matters. These connections, however tenuous, however virtual--- they matter. Thank you for visiting. Thanks for reading this far. Thanks for sharing this leg of the journey with me.
As ever, as always---
Stacey Zisook Robinson
This is a great idea and I look forward to reading something I can argue with:)
ReplyDeleteSo, God, Grace, Life...is there a personal destiny or do we create it subconsciously/consciously?
I don't know that I'd say there is Destiny. That's way too predetermined and Calvinistic for my tastes. I absolutely subscribe to the concept of Free Will, in all it's glory. And through Free Will, we are the sum of the choices we make.
ReplyDeleteOur lives turn on a dime--- random, chaotic, frenetic. If we're lucky, we can pause long enough to consider who we are, where we are, why we are. We can maybe be thoughtful in our lives and our actions, so that we impose sense and order (or at least FEEL as if we have). Let's not confuse thought for destiny, conscious action for fate.