After a while, you know your blogger.
You know the worst of us; you know the best.
You know where we ramble; you know where we write our best.
You know where we tell our truths; you know where we–yes, we do–hide what we don’t want to say.
You know where we share our triumphs; you know where we omit our failures.
Yet our failures, too, sprout up among the words, like autumn mushrooms, saying in silence what can’t be said in words.
You know where we sing.
You know where we whisper, fear tinting our sideways expression.
You know where we dance.
You know where we tiptoe.
You know where we ooze creativity, like a Queen, like an elf, like a fairy on Midsummer’s Eve.
You know where we rely upon rote and predictability.
You know when we blog because we’re bored or restless or not-knowing-what to-do-next.
Do you judge us?
You know when we blog because the Muse tugs at our hair, holds us sideways, refuses to let go.
Do you judge us?
You know when we blog thoughtfully, allowing our Minds and thoughts to rule.
You know when we blog passionately, our hearts strung out on desire.
You know when we blog wisely, thoughtlessly, happily, sadly, journalistically, sensationally, bare, minimum, photographically, Zen-like.
You know how it resounds in yourself, how it reflects, how it shows you shades of what you’ve shared or hidden with your world.
You know how another’s words illuminates, enlightens, enchants, denies, obscures your own thoughts, dreams, beliefs, ideas.
You readers know the best of us.
You know our worst.
We only hope we’ve shown you a mirror which you can then see yourself more clearly, if only for an instant.
Do you judge yourselves?
We’re not writing for only ourselves…we’re writing for you, and how you choose to interpret the fleeting words appearing on the computer screen of your moment.
Catch this moment and see yourself more clearly.
Then we bloggers will polish the mirror of our next undecided moment and show you the next arising…and the next…