So now I’m blogging? / Awakening

I'm still not entirely sure what I think about this whole blogging thing. I've contemplated blogging for a while, but always decided I don't have enough time. Time disappears constantly and business only escalates.

With that said, I think better when I'm typing anyway. Somehow, my thoughts just reorder themselves and become coherent when I can see them in front of me... I guess I'm just better at thinking with a keyboard than inside my own head. I probably won't post as often as I should, but then, if people really want to know what's going on in my life, they should just ask me.

For the moment, I'm setting myself the goal of blogging about the ICC Masters Conference and Singapore... we'll see what happens with that. I'll kick off this mini-series with a poem I wrote on the Institute for Culture Communiticators Theme for 2010:


Awakening:


Who is she?
This silent girl
Who wanders
Through the halls of another's mind


Looking for herself
But finding
No one


Coming to a room of mirrors
Looking
She'd see both
Herself and another


Afraid of finding
Cataract filmed eyes
She prefers
Her own imagination


Blinded by the night
She musters
Courage for the morning

13 comments:

Nathan Exley said...

What do you mean by that poem? I used to write things like that in a notebook, and when I showed them to my dad, he would ask me what I meant by them. It always revealed a deeper purpose that brought me to a new revelation in the end. What do you mean by that poem? It inspires me, but what does it mean to you?

As for blogging, I think it sucks away time too. And I would personally prefer to talk to you face to face, 'cause you're so fun to talk too! :D I look forward to the posts on Singapore.

skippinginaroundtherain said...

haha thanks, Nathan :). Before I tell you what I meant by it, what do you think it means?

Paul Hastings said...

Oh goody, I get to write the first comment on Avery's first blog post.

So while I don't generally prefer poems that don't rhyme (yeah, I'm old-fashioned that way) I still like it. Fascinatingly enough, if you look at the computer screen the poem has the shape of a candle stick - something the girl would use in night as she musters courage for the morning.

Paul Hastings said...

Oh man, Nathan beat me. :P

And I agree with both of yall. Blogging can definitely be a time sink if not done with caution.

dunveganhighlander said...

Who-is that esoteric or what? (That is, the poem.)
That is great. Just beautiful.
-Dunvegan Highlander

Nathan Exley said...

Hmmm... the verses kind of translated to me like this.

wandering through the minds of others to find his/her identity, he/she cant find it. the room of mirrors reminds me of the traits that others bring out in us, when we spend time with them, they "mirror" us in a way. we see our quirks, and we cover our eyes, because we don't like them. In my case I would put on a mask, so I could hide the traits. the final verse made me think of how after a while, living behind the "mask" gets suffocating, and even if we do get exposed we begin to ache for someone to unmask us and see who we really are, and love us for it, in broad day light.

that is what that poem means to me. how about you?

Beth Maisano said...

I've seen this on Facebook already, and it's just as beautiful the second time. I love freestyle poetry...to me, the beauty is in the fact that no one can really know exactly what you mean. But it means things all the same. :D

Anyhoo, I'm glad you've started a blog! Yeah, it can definitely be a time-waster...but then again, many things can. ;) I look forward to reading more!

~Beth

skippinginaroundtherain said...

Paul: Thanks. Haha you're right about the shape; I hadn't even noticed that.

Nathan H: Thanks :)

Nathan E: It's really fun to hear what other people get out of it :)

I like what G.K. Chesterton said about poetry:
"The aim of good prose words is to mean what they say. The aim of good poetical words is to mean what they do not say."
So, I hate to do a complete exposé. When I wrote it, I was thinking about how easy it is to try to find identity in what other people think of me. That in turn is a vicious cycle that makes interacting with more difficult. Being vulnerable and being hurt is better than being safe, but isolated.

Grace Einkauf said...

I love Avery. She's one of the most awesome people I know. And I love her poem so very much. Because poetry is amazing, whether it rhymes or no. And I like how, in the last comment, she used that one G.K.Chesterton quote, because that's one of my favorites. <3

Avery said...

Thanks Beth :D! I love creeping on your blog, but i need to comment more, lol <3

skippinginaroundtherain said...

:) Thanks Grace! I <3 you.

alice said...

avery - glad to find your blog :). i'll be following your writings and looking forward to reading what you have to say. i think your picture is probably on my blog somewhere - in the midst of all the ICC/NCFCA things :) love you!

skippinginaroundtherain said...

Thanks Mrs. Hendon! I loved looking through the pictures on your blog. The miniature donkeys are SO cute!

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