Can you Digg it?

They happen all the time whether we take note of them or not. Big or small, good or bad, meaningful or inconsequential, enduring or fleeting…they are always happening.  Once in a while, however, we may actually have the clarity and insight to be able to recognize and pinpoint one of these moments AS IT IS HAPPENING and know that is is of the “life-altering” variety.    I recently experienced just such an event.  What actually happened isn’t of any great importance (to anyone other than myself, of course) and would likely bee seen as mediocre, timid or bland at best by most, but I felt it  necessary not just to inwardly digest and reflect on this self-revelation but rather express it publicly…or at least as publicly as an obscure blog can be.

Quite honestly I have no idea where I was taking this blog…or should I say where I was letting this blog take me.  If you were to ask me a year ago if I would ever “blog” I probably would’ve laughed heartily and mocked the term “blog,” choking on the word as I uttered it.  I have always felt more of an intimate connection holding a pen as opposed to typing on a keyboard.  Even now I struggle to find the words and let my fingers hen-peck them across this cold, unfeeling device of spring-loaded plastic.  It was actually at the suggestion of another that I embrace this techno-trend if for no other reason than to connect to the creative soul inside me…a side I let lay dormant for far too long, I fear.

There’s a box in my closet, as I’m sure there is is many closets worldwide, filled with pictures and awards and momentos chronicling years past.  Well neither I nor my family were really fond of taking photographs, and my skills never netted me a whole lot of awards other than honorary certificates or participation ribbons, but the one thing my box is full of is paper.  Sheets upon sheets of paper. Back in the third grade, I wrote a ten page story for some sort of extra credit.  Throughout high school, I was on the school paper and saved copues of every rough AND final draft as well as every issue in which one of my pieces was published.  Even in college, I had this black spiral-bound notebook which contained a short story that I was and still am quite fond of…but it never got completed.  That was over a decade ago.  As much as I would like to complete it, I fear I never wil nor have the ability to do so.  The tone would be quite different, and markedly so as I am no longer the same person who began that tale.  Instead, I begin a new tale…a tale that begins with a suggestion & a moment…

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