I've been lost in a storm of Steemit and cryptocurrency! My ship has been tested, but I've weathered the storm! Now I find myself on a shining blue sea with vast unexplored horizons all about. I'm at the tipping point of the past, present and future. A moment of reflection. A consolidation of what is real. The yearning desire for the imagined, yet to come.
By way of reflection, I'd forgotten many of my creations before Steemit possessed me. So many partially created blogs! As I've been building a new WordPress blog, I've rediscovered older incarnations of my writing experience. Every now and again I've gone on a tear. Writing like a champion for a spell and then contracting back into myself for long periods.
It was eye-opening how long I had been at this writing exercise. It's always been a halting journey. Start, stop, distractions, changes of course, but through it all, I've persisted.
It is important to keep getting back on the horse. Over time things improve. The body of work I have produced is spread all over but taken in its entirety I am quite chuffed at my achievement.
It doesn't have to be a big article either to bring me joy. Little things like this post from 2016 give me a reason to chuckle now.
Crypto Junkie
To see how this has played out over the years is amusing. I'm so deep into cryptocurrency now. Crypto is life! Crypto is being! (insert emoticon expressing overt joy). It marked a turning point and something within me wanted to express this milestone in my being with a simple sentence. For all posterity, I can now see when the moment occurred.
Some of my favorite posts where all made on my Textpattern blog at 4b2.me. I'm still not sure what to do with this blog, but there are so many good posts that have meaning to me still that I'm going to have to do something to preserve that writing, just for my own sake. These are insights into who I was then, what I have become, and how far I have journeyed.
A post like this, for example, is very precious to me.
On the Death of my Father
Other posts are reminders of how long I've been facing this resistance and pushing forward.
Focus and Discipline.
By way of the present, I'm on a good run lately! I've been posting regularly. I've stepped away from trying to write for others. This writing is for myself. There is something about Steemit, where a reward is given by readers that encourages the focus to be on the reader. I can confidently say it has stood in my way.
I don't want to write about what others want. I want to use the words God has given me to map the great wilderness of my interior life and give it external form. As it becomes concretized the profundity of life becomes more evident. I can realize my awe.
Now the future is in my gaze. That sense of mystery about life is reborn. There is more to be explored. I'm on an epic journey of the soul while crossing great oceans of mystery and discovering new lands populated by unfathomable people. The mystery becomes the wellspring of my felicity. Life is never dull when there is more to discover.
That concludes my post but read on if you want to experience some synchronicity of the heart.
A meaningful aside.
I'm going to leave you, dear reader, with some music that has been playing as I wrote this post. I've been listening to Jessica Pratt. This particular song I've chosen expresses a sad yearning of the soul for answers that lie at the end of a long path.
This verse in particular,
"...where big rivers flow, and someday I'd like to know.."If you listen to the song the verse is followed by a groaning reflection in her voice that pierces me to the core. At that moment I'm connected with the mysterious in a heartfelt way and I know that where that big river flows is the answer to that yearning. May you find where your big rivers flow, my lovely reader.
"Mother Big River" by Jessica Pratt.
Posted from my blog with SteemPress : https://livingfractal.com/2018/08/31/seablue-journal-reflections-on-blogging-the-efficacy-of-persistence-and-the-joy-in-mystery/