I have promised myself that I will write something here every day.
That promise in itself is enough to make all my thoughts turn to inky vapor and slide away just outside the edges of my awareness.
It's not that I have a problem with goals per se, I set goals all the time in my personal and professional life. But something about trying to force my ideas to a timetable seems to run counter to the mechanisms that produce them in the first place.
My best thought streams seem come in their own time, and just roll off my fingers just as fast as I can type them. But if I try to make them bigger than they are, or to have more form, or to conform to some higher purpose they go all mushy and refuse to cooperate.
And I am left with nothing but ambitious plans that go no where.
And little snippets of ideas and pictures and lovely spinning stars that languish for lack of substance and framework...
This space is an attempt at a framework... And my hope is that if the framework is spacious enough, the ideas will feel free to come at their own pace and in their own time... Sliding like fog along the floor and under the cracks in the doors...
And fill this place to the brim...
photo: flickr creative commons - jurvetson
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