Some author once said something like, ‘Everything I write, places my own self at risk.’
In writing things that are to be read by other folks, I sometimes feel I should hit the Delete button instead of the Publish button. I often feel like I have stuck my foot in my mouth and wish I had said something more meaningful. That’s when I am not so sure about the survival of my ‘self.’
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Sometimes I feel like saying stuff that is not easily understood by many folks, and yet it might matter, so….
I look around at the piles of notes on scraps of paper on every horizontal surface in my office and I think, “I must get through this stuff, put it in a filing cabinet, or blog it and get the place tidied up. Then I remind myself that the paper is not sitting there inertly. It is today’s paper. Yesterday’s paper did get handled. How did this stuff sneak up on me?
The world is in upset. Is it because we are aligning ourselves with ideology and missing the humanity?
When I’m right, who is left?
When I wrote this sentence, I realized that it is complete in itself and can elicit many thousands of words in interesting discussion. I was going to let it be, on its own, just as it was written. But I wanted to make sure my own perspective was known. The ‘right’ one!
How can several people hear an orchestra playing and only one of those people have heard any violins? On the other hand, I never heard the French horns and they did.
Is this because there is a huge disconnect between what we do when we are listening to someone as compared to hearing them? What the heck does that mean, anyway? Don’t we hear what we listen to? Yes we do, and that may be the problem. Huh?
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