This is the first day. These are the first words, as I begin the practice of
story telling. Something to do with the time available to me. Now that I
have graduated from the basic institutions of life in the modern period. A
season for reaping what I have sown. A gathering of memories from the realms
of fact and fiction.
I intend spending some moments of every day
putting words into print. To write, in plain speech. The prospect has me
very hopeful and at least a little unsure. There are many questions about
how to begin. And, having begun, how to carry on. To patiently persist in
the framing of simple sentences offering insight and encouragement. This as
our world seems set to come undone at the seams.
Looking ahead I am determined to pronounce
as clearly as possible my perspective on the situation now front and centre
in the media. The storms. The floods. The fires. The threat of nuclear war
as international tensions gain traction. Lots of reasons to hide from
reality. To escape by distraction and diversion.
I will encourage creative resistance at
every opportunity. To step out of conformity with structures ordered to the
exploitation and oppression of creature and creation. A free, responsible,
creative and courageous determination to refuse all that hinders and embrace
all that helps. A radical refinement of our social norms and standards. As
an athlete running to obtain the prize puts off the superfluous to bring
forward focused energy.