My Most Recent Story
24 Tuesday Jul 2012
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“The world can’t end unless it runs out of stories. For this world is made of stories, each tale a part of an eternal drama being told from beginning to end over and over again. As long as all the stories don’t come to an end the world will continue.”
Michael Meade from The World Behind the World.
Stories seem to be the theme in my circumstances lately.
In a recent webinar, Eckhart Tolle talked about the importance of telling your story.
Justine Musk asked in a recent post, ‘What is your one sentence?’
Robert Moss reminded me in his book, Active Dreaming, that a human being is an animal that must define itself or else be defined by others.
I have also had a couple of things happen that made me feel like I was dragging too much of my past into my present.
So, I rewrote my ‘About’ page and thought I would share it here.
My Most Recent Story
Penned July 23, 2003
I can’t say for sure where my writing journey began, but I know I was infected by moonlight and daydreams at a very young age. They tried to cure me in the public school systems, but the medicine did not take.
I wish I could save all the tortured dreamers being bored to tears in the classrooms across the world, kind of like a Catcher in the Rye, but I can only work on saving my little corner.
Passionate writers are born with a need to add something more to what they have seen. They are not created by MFAs, by blogging or even by writing books.
I am not impressed by the letters after your name, although I am sure you earned them squarely. I am not impressed by your subscriber numbers or your klout score or even by how many of your friends you got to buy your book. I simply want to feel your words.
I want to be moved by your art. I want my story to be complete in yours.
Passionate writers live with a need to script. We were blessed and sent here maybe by a league of angels. How else would we have appeared on this strange earth? But then again, I can only speak for myself. Maybe there are writers who fell into their craft later in life.
I want to keep this ‘About’ page short. I want to get to the point and not embellish it with too many details. There is no need to tell you when I started blogging, when I published a chap book or the wrong turns I took understanding the online world. If you want to know all that you can simply ask. I’ll tell you what I know. I’ll tell you where I’ve been.
Right now is what matters, the story I am living now, this is what matters.
As I write this in the gloaming on a balmy evening in July, I still call myself a writer. I have a hard time fitting into the title of a poet as I am called by many. Do I want to be a poet? Or to simply live a poetic life?
We do find our poetry, after all, when we get on with the business of getting on with our lives.
Poetry is a life’s study – A nearness of objects – Of callings – Birds and creatures
It is a life long excavation – A steadying when I come too close to defining -
Reminding myself not to use words like love, god or beauty -
But instead to experience them and use the gift of noticing to pen their dance on a page -
I don’t believe poetry can survive in the black and white.
Influences? I am sure I’ve had many, but there is one who always comes to mind.
Joseph Campbell was the writer who influenced me the most, not in my style, but in my view of the world.
When I was around seventeen I dreamt that he sat across from me on a couch. He leaned up, motioned for me to come over and said, ‘We want you on our side.’
I got up and started walking.
I am still in mid stride
The sun is gone. I can’t understand why they don’t put lights on keyboards. I can barely find the right keys to delete the things I never meant to say.
I thought I could sit down and write a precise third person bio. I couldn’t do it.
How does one write from outside of one’s self?
How are you telling your story?
Where you are right now could quite possibly be all you ever have. What is it like?
Leave me a comment.