the moon, which is almost full, is amazing tonight. from my window it looks pretty much like this. i have been using my time lately to create some space to think. i was thinking about blogging. what it is. what it can be. what it often isn't. since it is a sort of diary, it has great potential to reveal. it can tell a story. and a story can be many things. it can be a lie (or worse, a trick) or it can be the truth... the truth as defined as what really happened as you see and feel it. with no regard to popularity (a hard thing to define).
i found this leaf today and it seemed as i held it that it contained both life and death. the truth is your best effort to share. that is all it can be. your story. if it is real, that makes you a teacher no matter what it is. the way i see it, the difference between storytellers is honesty and nothing else.
i feel the same way about art.
