Things come, and there is no way to know where they come from. (And just because it looks like something comes from a specific place doesn’t mean that it actually does. Where did that place get it from? The sooner I accept that attempts to track origins will lead to madness, the better.)
Last night, the desire to rearrange this website came “out of nowhere.” Part of the seemingly absolutely necessary rearrangement included simplifying the header menu and moving things around, so a person isn’t presented with too many options at the same time. (Five options are nice. Twenty options are a headache.)
Also, I felt the desire to blog more “seriously.”
I think part of this desire comes from my getting a clearer picture of who Wynn Ray is. There are some things I can do now that I couldn’t do half a year ago. There are many things I can do now that I couldn’t do many years ago. This goes beyond writing; this is why I like to use the word “storytelling.”
Everyone is telling stories to themselves 24/7. They don’t need to be sitting at a desk, typing or using ink and a feather. They don’t even need to be speaking into a recorder, to later have the recording transcribed.
Storytelling happens for everyone 24/7.
Part of being Wynn Ray seems to be that I have greater knowing in this eternal presence of storytelling. Even if one story doesn’t “work,” some other story will work. There is just absolutely no way there won’t be a story–unless I aim to make that my story, but in that case, how would I know if it “worked,” because there would be no me to experience the non-story-ness of existence?
Themes around being are extremely entertaining.