I reckon I should begin this missive, with some account, regarding time spent absent, from this platform. Can I do so without telling a story, possibly, but it's not about to happen. So now having given fair warning, if you don't feel inclined to "engage" the story, perhaps you're in a hurry, maybe you have developed an appetite for 30 sec (or less) sound bytes or "the elevator presentation," you are free to be on your way: Vaya Con Dios!
Interestingly, I'm not even sure how long it has been, even if I were to track time through looking at the last post (date) .... I'm not entirely sure I could account, for every drop of water, under the bridge from then until now.
In general terms, I think I lost my inspiration to write, during the "world event" (2020 - 2024) or there abouts. Previous to that, the content was something of stew, framed within, my personal "spiritual" journey/exploration, stream of consciousness, musing (sometimes bordering on "opinion" ... some might have said "over-opinionated." observations, contemplation, quest for the truth.... I believe I continued, at the onset of said world event, but the longer it continued, the more despondent I became. There would be nuanced facets, to what was going on for me within myself, however, I could exercise some brevity here, and acknowledge that my mindset at the time, spiraled into that which could be expressed thus: FUCK IT!!
I began to doubt that I had anything further to say, and it seemed to me in a rather dumbfounding and inexplicable way, many were satisfied to be spoon-fed - what to believe, whom to hold in contempt and how they could best define themselves, through a "virtuous lens." from the likes of the CBC. What can be said about a "news" outlet, that owes its very existence, to on operating budget that is 75% taxpayer funded, yet they turn off the comment section on their feeds, so that no one can interact with their claims and proclamations. I believe, I just said all that needs to be said.
All this time later, I sit in front of a new (refurbished) laptop - my previous computer retired itself a few weeks ago (was it backed up.... ya at some but effectively NO!) So much for me has been about an ability and willingness to let go. The old laptop could be seen like those sand mandelas the monks make it was, it served and it is finished. I attempted to access this blog platform and could see things I had written in the past, but was unable to gain access to the compositional section of the platform, that made possible, writing.
Following various threads of fragmented, woefully inadequate tech knowledge, some google searches, multiple verification codes, invitations to provide a recovery email, and finally a list of different email addresses that were familiar enough once I saw them, but that were inaccessible to my mind, when presented with the notion that the blog platform would be associated with a particular address. Well that narrows it right down then!! Bloody Hell! One of them contained, a surname I no longer use (yes legally) along with a email provider's name that has been "inactive" for many a day.
Some combination of all of that has resulted in my ability to actively engage this blog platform once again, for how long? Who knows!!
I know longer live, in the city of my birth (Victoria) I have taken up residence in a small town 2 hrs. north from the province's capital. Most of this past year, has been spent traveling back and forth from Victoria to Parksville, where more recently, time here, was spent house hunting, as I had managed to sell my condo in Victoria. I now have a "manufactured home" within a manufactured home park - in the lingo of some (if your following along) that could in effect, make me "trailer trash..." It is a lovely home, the park is on a dead-end road, that takes me from my front door, 5 min. down the hill to beach access, where I can walk, as far as I care to, in either direction along the shoreline. No longer am I awakened at all hours by sirens and emergency vehicles, subject to the growing, sprawling density, and insufferable "woke" politics.
I opened the door to significant change and a shit-ton of work, all of which is now demonstrating itself to have been a divine gift to my nervous system. I can attest newly, to the adage, "to make an omlette one must break a few eggs.
That it not be entirely self-indulgent, I hope my continued (revisited) want to write, will reach and resonate with others. I would still need to clarify, I will write because it feeds something in me, in addition to that, the last number of years, has removed for me, any last threads of a willingness, to massage my content, to appease the sentiments of anyone else.
This seems a good a place as any to wrap this session (or cease this wrap). I just received a call that my vehicle is ready to pick up (I brought it to a local dealer) in response to some "recall" issues that needed addressing. The journey with this vehicle might well feature in a story of its own, contingent on my "recalling" to spin that yarn.
Peace Out!
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