I first heard the song by Bruce Cockburn in the mid-90s, but apparently it was written by another man, Blind Willie Johnson around 1930.
"Won't somebody tell me
Answer if you can
I want somebody to tell me
Tell me what is the soul of a man?"
Good question, but one I would have been agnostic about as a 20 year old in the mid-90s. "Pointless to pursue an answer really..."
Fifteen years later I've had more opportunities to feel the corrosion of my soul. I like trying to lift heavy stuff (stay with me). Sometimes, the next day you find muscles you didn't know existed. You now know they exist because they're sore. If you're interested you can find out their names (serratus anterior or some such thing...).
I've found my soul in similar fashion.
Fifteen years later I've had more opportunities to feel the corrosion of my soul. I like trying to lift heavy stuff (stay with me). Sometimes, the next day you find muscles you didn't know existed. You now know they exist because they're sore. If you're interested you can find out their names (serratus anterior or some such thing...).
I've found my soul in similar fashion.
This blog is my attempt to get at my soul.
Why would I want to do that? Especially in a blog!
Why not publicly parade myself down the street in an open-butt hospital gown to a gurney on the Capitol Steps and perform some sort of surgery on myself instead?
Why would I want to do that? Especially in a blog!
Why not publicly parade myself down the street in an open-butt hospital gown to a gurney on the Capitol Steps and perform some sort of surgery on myself instead?
It has been said that if you sent the message "Fly at once! All is discovered" to any man, he would immediately leave town. We all have parts of ourselves that we hope remain hidden.
I have no intention of airing all my crap on the internet.
"That's what friends are for..."
However, I have recently found that the wholeness of my soul only comes through honestly letting myself be known.
The allure and challenge of blogging then is this test: can I be real?
If I am, I believe that being real will matter.
It will certainly matter to me because I will feel it in my soul either way.
I have no intention of airing all my crap on the internet.
"That's what friends are for..."
However, I have recently found that the wholeness of my soul only comes through honestly letting myself be known.
The allure and challenge of blogging then is this test: can I be real?
If I am, I believe that being real will matter.
It will certainly matter to me because I will feel it in my soul either way.
I hope to find some more traveling companions with whom to ruminate on the question.
Answer if you can...
