Inaugural, seminal, initial or something like that...

Diary

This is the bottle broken on the bow of the boat; a tendril slithering from within a seed pressed in a moist paper towel; the lock of a door clicking for the very first time and inside the door: a frame on a foundation waiting to be filled in and furnished.

'Let love elevate your self to excellence.'  Does it amount to anything beyond brown print on white paper attached by twine to a tea bag?  Jennaway is obsessed with these pseudo spiritual platitudes, or so she told me yesterday as she scrounged a tea bag for me from her purse.  "I'm obsessed with the Yogi," were her exact words, if i remember correctly.  I'm not so obsessed.  My first response, in fact, is one of dismissal.  For while the words sound nice they seem to mean next to nothing.  I have trouble imagining love as a force.  For me love resides in verbs, not on paper, but in action, which perhaps is the point.  It's simple to assign love agency as if it were somehow autonomous from our deeds (a dangerous angel as Weetzie Bat called it in Francesca Lia Block's stories) but if our self consists of the deeds we do then to let love live in our every act may elevate after all.

Could there be truth to this?  I intend to find out, or aim to at least.  For i aspire to fully inhabit every moment of my life and to act with patience and kindness towards my self and all those i meet along the way.  Aspire is the key word here lest you think i'm bragging.  I'm no yogi nor do i delude myself that i'm anyone to be offering spiritual advice.  But since this blog is seminal i think it's important set forth a creed of sorts with which to light my way.  Don't you agree?

Now don't get me wrong.  This blog won't be some silly Oprahfied squeefest; there'll be, in fact, plenty of sass and sauce–don't you worry.  But i hope it will, at its core, be an honest and sympathetic attempt to reflect upon my experiences, impressions, and aspirations.  a brave attempt to explore, via the world of my imaginings, the questions, fears, and challenges i face every day.  And, since human relationships are central to my experience of my self and of society, i hope also to pay tribute to all the wonderful and not so wonderful humans i know already and possibly to those whom i've yet to meet.

Take Jennaway, for instance, who in handing me that bag of lemon ginger tea offered my throat a reprieve from the nasty cold scraping it with its hard, cruel nails and offered me as well a doorway to step through, a seed to press, a bottle to break upon the bow.