Saturday, January 19, 2008

Blog


What am I blogging for? To grant the request of a friend? To satisfy a commitment to a group of men? To be accountable -yet what are the repercussions? I enjoy reading the thoughts of some bloggers. Others, I am distanced by either a lack of commonalities or perhaps a lack of fluency and proficiency in the medium of words. I take some time to share some of my thoughts. War and Peace by Tolstoy would seem like a short story if I truly divulged what lingers in the darkest recesses of my inner psyche. And for what purpose, so that others may pray and call to say, "I hear you brother." There is no contact. Monks on a mountain, praying throughout the day, tending their gardens. Maybe some Mendel will emerge and change the course of our knowledge. Some blogs are purposeful in their intent. They have a strict agenda. Other blogs are snapshots of relationships. And others journal a journey. But it is cold out there in cyberspace. If a connection is made, something is lost. While you carefully edit your words, I cannot see that tear running down your cheek, or the smile forming from the corner of your mouth. I cannot hear the trembling in your voice, or fully share a joyful moment.

Disclaimer - If this blog has offended anyone, I apologize. I wrestle with issues and my perspective may not give due recognition to all of the facts and information that is before me. Again, that is the nature of the blog.

1 comment:

David Llamoso Talaguit said...

Don't apologize, P.P. - to tell you the truth - I've never felt closer to real men than I do now because of this blogging. It's is so easy to get caught up tending to our gardens - mine is on Motely Dr., Estacado Dr. and Emerald St. - but tend to them we must. I believe that I have been the subject of your prayers as you and the other guys have been mine as I tended to my seedlings...and even weeds;) But you're right, nothing beats meeting Willam Wallace, Pecos Bill and Paul Bunyan in person - and that's how I feel every weekend when I see you guys.
Shockwave (disguised as a Monk for now)