That's the place where you find yourself.
If the phrase, “finding yourself" seems too airy fairy for you, hang in here, we'll go into it more later. But not today—my head will explode. For now, know that before you find yourself, you must wander in the jungle for a while.
I tend to bounce over many subjects—metaphysics, the spiritual path, life blog, travel, writing about writing, blogging, chickens, animals, horses, home life, family, story, Hawaii, Oregon, California, and God. I'll even throw in sea life if that strikes me. Then, I hear the voice of blogging gurus who tell you to find your niche and stick with it.
I scream, "WHAT'S MY NICHE!" (All over the place.)
Auston Kleon (Steal Like an Artist) says, "You can cut off a couple of passions and only focus on one, but after a while, you'll start to feel phantom limb pain."
I love that man.
Plagiarism states Kleon, is claiming another's work as your own. Stealing from many sources is RESEARCH. If you steal from enough sources people will say, “She’s so brilliant.”
Barbara Kingsolver said in her last tip of five on writing, "If you are young and a smoker, you should quit."
I qualify as a writer.
I don't smoke, and I'm not young.
I abandoned Where the Tiger Belch in 2015, that was before all hell broke loose in the world.
I discovered a
new sense of wonder when I stumbled upon this old blog a week ago. Perhaps I was lighter then. In any case, I'm back. Yet I know that life is a
progression, ever-growing and ever-changing. I just want to believe in the hope
that we, the people, will see that the world survives and that we cherish our
God-given right to exist and flourish.
I
wrote a series of posts called Where The Tiger Belch. Later I assembled it
into a booklet by the same name. It’s on Amazon, free for Kindle readers, $2.99
for an ebook. (9,627 words.)
