Private Moments at AlteredPerception
March 27, 2005
Happy Easter

Every time I think about blogging I have this internal debate: To blog what is truly on my mind or stick to the society norm of inane, mundane drivel interposed with commentary on politics and current events. Obviously anyone can see what won. Drivel. Asinine. Foolish. Empty words. I have a blog therefore I can.

In all honesty, who really gives a damn what is on anyones mind? In the end it all boils down to shutting off the computer and walking away with our own opinions on any given subject.

So today I'll blog about what is truly on my mind and to many it will be silly, hollow, empty words. So be it.

Last fall my friend Susan came to visit. As I dropped her off at the airport I realized that weekend had been a major turning point in my life. A re-awakening, a rebirth of sorts. A pinnacle of past, present and future which defines who I am, where I am and where I am going. Some would say a true epiphany. Maybe even me.

I've waited four months to write anything about this. Things have not changed, if anything I see people and things with increasing clarity. I can't say what I see is good or gives me peace. Again just understanding.

So happy Easter. He has risen.

Posted by Dawn at 09:16 AM | Comments (2) |
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Interesting, but much too vague. Expound a bit for me darlin. I too came away from our weekend together with this vision of clarity. But it wasn't the clarity I was seeking. However, it was knowledge of life and its lessons, of its hardships, of its tranquil moments, of its preciousness. What I learned most was that you can't ask why. You deal with it. I now find myself an observer of how others choose to deal with it. What I really need to know is how you deal with it. I need to find your grace and mimic it.

Posted by: Susan at March 29, 2005 06:24 AM

I think... the difference between every other diary journal or blog and one that calls a reader back is what is really on your mind, how much individual identity and endearing candor is read in the words... the reader has much to do with that as the more open a reader is, the more can endear... but the writer, whether obscure in brief words, concise in literary splendor, or blathering on and on about whatever comes to mind, is judged by the truth (or apparent truth) and power of individual stories, ideas, and opinions... or course this could just be a passing mood and tomorrow I might think very differently :)

Posted by: candoor at April 1, 2005 07:14 PM

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