I was recently inspired. Well, to be honest, I am frequently inspired but rarely slow down enough to channel that inspiration onto a canvas. I was inspired by Carrie Bradshaw, a completely fictional character from a show named "Sex in the city"... couldn't I have been inspired by something classy? Anyways, despite the origin of my motive, here I am, sitting in my small but completely sufficient kitchen, looking out of a large open window onto my lovely neighbors and their brick apartments, with a pan lain with baked market-fresh asparagus beside me and I'm taking the time to write down my thoughts.
The Idea of blogging does scare me in some ways. I mean, there is some degree of risk associated. Is it not possible that anyone can read this blog? Ex-lovers and mothers, strangers and stockers, the artsy and judgmental, the logical people who wonder why anyone would waste their time writing a blog (but then why would you be wasting your time reading it?), and the patient people...the ones who take time to paint a canvas on a regular basis...people. I suppose I could just write in a real journal, but there is something about this blog that fulfills my lack of objectives more than an isolated little journal under my mattress ever could. This message is being sent to the world on an virtual platter. I am imagining that the universe will receive my message more easily because rather than having to penetrate the mattress of my bed and the cover of my journal (which best be left for snoopy mothers and sisters anyways), the universe simply has to have an internet connection in order to potentiate receiving this message... and the millions of other interweb messages secreted into the milieu of virtual surreality.
So, to the universe: I'm tangled up in your insides and I like it. Thank you for birds in the spring.
