there are moments when a person might wonder what is the purpose of having a blog? why even bother? the things that are going on inside my head are not anything i would want anyone to see outside my head.
i start to write what occurs to me and then i automatically hit the backspace key, as if it can annihilate the thoughts, feelings, sensations stirring within.
at the same time, i can’t help but notice that it is that very same backspace key that is holding me in place, keeping me at bay, diminishing my presence, rendering me ineffectual. the backspace key is squashing my potential as a human person upon this earth.
maybe it’s time for me to accidentally spill a glass of water on my keyboard…. return to that state of purity, those pre-fetal days before the backspace key entered the picture.