kite

march winds clear and soften
wet fairway spaces
away from weeping willows
until you feel open air
tug your heart to heaven
crack and billow on the uprise
then swell and hold freedom
batter all four corners of space
still need invisible line
to restrain it from diving into
powerlines
or beyond the hunched willows
unsearchable thicket

Looking after things

( The Friday Five )

Purpose

For several reasons I have posted less whining and navel-gazing lately. LJ had started usurping my handwritten morning pages as a primary vehicle of self-direction and therapy. That was bad. Whatever benefits a public journal might offer, it prevents me from being as honest with myself as in a private one. It also induces me to take LJ and everyone's private dramas too seriously.

I don't intend to become more impersonal or dishonest, but to keep the journal itself concentrated on visual art, poetry and storytelling. I will attempt to confine personal remarks to the comments section here and in my friends' journals. If you have any questions about how this will appear, just look over the previous six entries.

I joined LJ to cultivate an audience, but it has also become an important community and source of inspiration. A few of my "friends"—what a confusing term that is!—are becoming genuine friends. This web site has influenced my life. I met my boyfriend through this cybercommunity, and our real relationship continues to have some virtual aspects, partly because I am thoroughly a writer and communicate this way more easily. By now Danny is probably resigned to becoming a character in an elaborate story.

For my friends I will continue to post occasional updates on what's happening in my life, those mundane accounts that fail to inspire a more creative telling. I have often put this stuff behind filters anyway, and will continue to do so.