tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477079435094853693.post3252342016261144764..comments2023-11-02T08:38:05.464-05:00Comments on Treasure Hunt: Blogging - A sermon to myselfGail Hyatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03589020240794924712noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477079435094853693.post-70563774446543823172008-05-20T13:02:00.000-05:002008-05-20T13:02:00.000-05:00Refreshing. You make blogging look good. And you h...Refreshing. You make blogging look good. And you have infused it with meaning, which is not easy. I hope you continue to pursue the present course. You have a pioneering spirit, and you give it a delightful voice. I admit, as a writer, perhaps specifically as a writer, I have circumnavigated Blog, the enfabled land. In a world where image is everything, a me/my world, a world of pitch and spin, a virtual world where nothing is what it truly is, a world that allows me to create my own personal mythology, one just shy of truth, a fiction that costs nothing, that sacrifices nothing, and that gives nothing away, that allows me to create the narrative myself, the counterfeit, to live by an idea of myself only because the reality is way too much work, and way too difficult to understand, I am left rather cool. No, give me warts and wrinkles. They have their story too. The whole notion of selfhood is a slippery one. Authentic selfhood demands a pioneering spirit. To meddle with the sleeping or the unexplored within us. Here’s a great quote from Thomas Merton, one of those I wish I had said first, “We are not very good at recognizing illusions, least of all the ones we cherish about ourselves.” But to throw off my own personal fictions, I have to first know what they are. That is perhaps the real work before us. Like you, I believe the true undiscovered country is inside us. In the deeps, not the shallows. Beauty, charity, kindnesses, benevolences, deep human regard, all quiet and untapped. I don’t say that out of some obligation to a trend or some fashion of the hour. This long precedes Oprah. It is as old as the riddle of self. Anyway, after reading your blog, I signed up. I now have a blog. I have over 200 notebooks on my shelves, but now I have a blog. And you have a fan.David Teemshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04248288744568314045noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477079435094853693.post-8437176457390071942008-05-20T12:56:00.000-05:002008-05-20T12:56:00.000-05:00This comment has been removed by the author.David Teemshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04248288744568314045noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477079435094853693.post-16810577476122067272008-05-18T17:13:00.000-05:002008-05-18T17:13:00.000-05:00I love this blog post. It touched me, too, and I h...I love this blog post. It touched me, too, and I have been doing this for a long time. I am proud of you!Michael Hyatthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08557423750960485716noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477079435094853693.post-38040982435801742392008-05-18T07:49:00.000-05:002008-05-18T07:49:00.000-05:00Whoo-hoo! You go girl! I am soooo proud of you! ...Whoo-hoo! You go girl! I am soooo proud of you! Your "sermon" touched me, so you're right; if we write from our hearts -- for an audience of one -- then it is all about who we are and not what we are doing. Thanks for the encouragement and the example. Keep writing, my friend!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09226291850342237947noreply@blogger.com