Saturday, August 11, 2007
the garden swing
Posted by maei at 4:26 PM
this is a rebirth of my blog.
and as all births and deaths should be marked, this is a post to mark the monumental change in blog identity.
in every period of my life, i have kept blogs intermittently, and i have changed sites, and gave each a new name and identity as each was sculpted to my moods and personality, as i was sculpted by life.
for this blog, i have not done so, for i feel that as one changes, so does her blog. instead of holding on zealously to dead and stagnant blogs of the past, we should embrace it and give it a makeover, not put it aside and frame it up in unused links.
the previous incarnation of this blog was titled and defined by it's link, "appoggiature". the term means leaning notes, and it is highly descriptive of individuals in life.
leaning notes are no more than a split second of musical decoration in any piece. they do not form chords, nor do they play a large part in the general melody of the work. however, without them, a piece is bland. they are discordant to at least one note in the chord they lean on, but yet are immaterial without the support.
this is very much like individuals in life. we are all small and inconsequential in the workings of nature and politics. and we do not have identity if not for the people around us who embrace our differences and appreciate the sparks and occasional clash we bring about in their lives.
it is leaning notes that give form to a symphony, and we, individuals that give life to the world.
it is not that i have ceased to feel so, but that a deeper sanctuary is my hunt.
the Garden Swing is the image i have brought up for myself in vivid gothic strokes of an imaginary brush. a swing, nestled in heathers and weeds, behind overgrown hedges and backed by a strong, old tree. where within, no sound is audible but the rustle of leaves and chirping of crickets.
danger could be imminent behind the tree, unknown terrors within the hedges. but that all seems faraway, like a strange reassuring force and clam has settled on one. it is a place for fantastical and contemplative moments, and for small gatherings with close friends.
and then it strikes you that the security is all because this haven is tucked within the depths of the back-garden of your mind.
all sounds very thoughtful and dramatic, but i guess this is the whole feel i'm hoping to build my blog into. a safe haven for my quiet and crazy moments. the rest... i just couldn't help expanding on it. though i do hope you are not overwhelmed by the sudden lengthy descriptions, i do wish to express that these thoughts are rather sincere.
while this blog is not likely to be known to even a few of my close friends, it is rather fine, because essentially, a blog is one's own.
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