Is it a dangerous pursuit? I guess it can be if one is attacked (via whatever means) for learning to decipher what one thinks about anything via the process of writing when any conclusions reached (however temporary) conflict with the views of another. I guess then there could be fallout that might injure or harm, visibly or in ways more hidden. We are all allowed to learn what we think or what our views are as we navigate life, aren’t we? And we can do that in the best ways that work for us as individuals, right? And anyway, our own views and ideas are likely to adapt over time, aren’t they? And being ‘visible’ about that process isn’t necessarily a bad thing and may even have the potential to be liberating (for whom, I’m not sure?!). In many ways, this earlyinthemorning.co.uk project might even be less dangerous than attempting to sky dive without a parachute, even if it is feeling a little precarious as a venture right now.
I’m telling myself many new adventures often feel a bit daunting to begin with. Also, I’m self-counselling that the validity of any project can always be questioned, whatever is being birthed and for however long that creation may exist of have life on this web or anywhere else for that matter. Is this a worthwhile process, me sharing some thought processes and developing ideas about life? Maybe, maybe not.
I suppose one reason for the fear is because of my noticing that there is sometimes a tendency within our species to become defensive of (to us) precious views. This can (from what I have seen) sometimes result in the intentional attacking of the views of another when they are not in alignment with what the reader considers the non-negotiables of our existence. I would prefer a world where the defensive or attacking routes were never a default response, but things are as they are and that is what we all work with and live with, right?
Is there an answer to my initial question? I’m not sure there is. I’m coming out of hiding and as part of that, I am processing via writing. You are not obliged to walk with me, but if you choose to (as Yoda might say) welcome, you are.
In the meantime, for anyone who read ‘Fathers’ Day’, the Bonsais arrived. They were a day late, but hey, some delayed gratification is said to be good for us, isn’t it? So that’s kind of a service to Dad, isn’t it? He sent photos of the great unpacking and did ask whether I’d bought them from IKEA. Apparently, there are quite a lot of processes to follow!?! Some of the seeds need sandpapering and then storing in the fridge for up to 12 weeks, unless they germinate beforehand. If they do show signs of life, he must plant them straight away. Oh my. What have I done? 😂
The latest update from his instruction reading is that it will be 30 years until they are mature plants. Oh my. Oh my. Oh my. Are these going to end up with me?! Seriously, what have I done?!
