Like A Fox

I have come to the conclusion that my inner scribe is crazy ~ but with the caveat ~ crazy like a fox. My muse definately knows more about blogging than I do.

I have made peace with being a blogger who has thus far attracted a limited amount of interest from the worldwide scrum of bloggers both large and small, paid and volunteer. I have come to the realization that blogging is itself the reward, not attention, certainly not income and not any sort of warm fuzzies or compliments from the great readership which lurks, like a mother ship in a sci-fi movie, slightly above and out of sight but always there, you just know it is.

Anyhow today's salute to the great hovering scintillating breathing living blogosphere, and to blogging as a spiritual tool for those on a spiritual journey (basically all of us whether we know it or not IMO) is my attempt at freeing my muse, making an end run around my inner censor and my rational mind and just letting it roll. It has been said that blogging as an attempt at both transparency and inclusion, and that it makes the world a more honest and warmer place.

Maybe this web log will get more interesting, I think it shall. Oh, and btw, and fellow-blogger, Gabriel: Gabriel, where art thou, my friend? Come out and play on The Rosemary Tree.

art credit: Juliett5548

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