A Delicate Seclusion

A Delicate Seclusion

 

I find myself inventing a conversation that may be truly one-sided, until I force it into a blog,  I have decided on writing here and now, and this act allows for expansion, guided growth and sculpturing of words held in abeyance, until they made their way to the surface and now we can see them before us.  Words on a Screen.  Simple and it seems this is not an isolated situation, as once I thought it to be. 

 

From silence to a conversation with myself, and now put into words and this reminds me of something.  Actually there are many thoughts running parallel and available, and for now it is up to me to give personal meaning to the things I choose to share.  How and when and where do words appear.  By magic.  By concentrated effort.  By reduction of the mass brought forth by information overload.

 

Occurs to me that I have something specific in mind.  Not sure how it happened, or if it was intended or accidental.  Not sure if I should draw attention to this, and magnify it by repeating in this blog and in public how a few words in a comment field, identified by me as an incredible work of art, made possible by a few well-chosen lines of words left for me to see, in a yesterday-blog that was just there and available as a field to be planted, and it was, by a gifted artist using as I said, “Well-chosen words.”  

 

Now inspired, before anything distracts me,  I want to show how one thing leads to another, and I find myself inventing one-sided conversations and creating another blog that could be the by-product of a delicate seclusion where I anchor my mind and thoughts and out-pouring’s so that I can  sit and write and make sense of the once unobserved.

 

I liked the title that was there waiting for me, when I awoke this morning.  Had a simple assembly of chores that I could and often do make habitual at this time of the month.  Not so many that I needed a list, and not so compelling that it had to be done at the very start.  So  the title was there and it took over, alerting me to the idea I should defer announced plans and the declared direction this day would take.  Instead,  I should take notice of the title sitting in storage rooms of the mind, and do something with it. 

Blog.  Title.  A Delicate Seclusion.

 

And it came as a new combination of words for me, and came as a promise of something that chills me, stops the motion of my previous intentions, and draws me in.  And now is something I can relate to.  A delicate seclusion that allows me to be creative and write and seems this is not an original thought, as it is directly related to the comment field and the poetic attachment left in place by a master of such things, just yesterday.  Planted in a public space, or should we say, “Displayed.”  A  continuing example of using the right word at the right time and letting others decide, how it impacts the sentence and the field of thought, emerging out of nowhere.

 

I awake and have a fresh inspiration that comes into the day with me.  Instantly feel good and want to expand on how I fell at that moment.  Yet, it takes time to rid myself of my morning ways and habits, and before I know it, things collapse around me, and in some ways I could say,

 “ A Delicate Seclusion.” 

And let it go at that.  But I do what I often do, to reinforce the authority of my present actions.  Google, and just by that very act, am transported beyond morning inspiration and back into the moment of ever competing time-based reality.  Done by an instantly appearing banner that reads, ‘…. A Room With A View by E.M. Forster.

Chapter 5  ….”  

And even as I choose to not give this intrusion more room, I see the words in brief description that read.  ‘…. In delicate seclusion…..”   And there it is.  Words with a place of their own, quantified by another master, E.M Forster.  And there it is.  The situation before me renders me silent.

 

I cannot compete with a true master.  See no reason to reinvent the wheel.  It is all there, A Room With A View, and now I just need to assign myself the task of reading it.  But I won’t.  Keeps me from doing what I want to do.  Keeps me from the chores that now are at the top of my To-Do-List.  In some way, I feel a letdown.  I let the screen before me take over.  I should have never invited that to happen.  Instead, without reference to anything else, I should have just started writing.  

 

Putting it out there.  Start with the words, ‘….. a delicate seclusion….”, and see what new aspects of the old and the familiar would come to me, because for one moment in a new day, it came to me as an original thought, expressed.  Had a place for it.  Would blog about it.  Make it a completed object.  Make it something truly traceable to just me.

 

Great idea.  But now it feels spoiled.  Nothing new under the sun.  Find yourself in somebody else’s mindset and creation.  This time it was and is, E. M. Forster and his literature, A Room With A View.  Obviously a masterpiece.  Or the writings of a master. 

And that is where I will stop. 

 

No reason to try to reinvent the wheel.  Next time I will be more careful.  If the words come to me, will be imperative to me to not challenge the moment and the inspiration that a few well-chosen words can give.  Instead I will just be spontaneous, not second guess the moment, nor to protect myself by seeing what others have to say on the subject.  Learned this today.

 

Trust oneself and one’s abilities.  Blog.   And let it be important.  One way or another.