Hello world. For a month I hae been on forced retreat, my computer broken and the insurance I’d bought leading to one mess after another. I finally have a new machine, and am getting my stuff working again – a day’s work of reloading, reorganising.
This last month has made me very aware of how much I depend on the internet and my comp. I live on a narrowboat, much of my life is very low tech, hand made, leg powered. The internet allows me to feel a bit connected to modernity. It lso enables me to keep in touch with friends, and that’s been really hard, not least because even people close to me do not have all my contact details. It’s a long story, and not for today. I depend on facebook and email for setting up social stuff and just keping tabs on people. Without them, I was a bit lost.
I also came to realise how much I look at my own life for blog material – for here, for www.craftingcomics.com and www.loveyoudivine.com and not doing that on a daily basis was also strange. How much to I exist for myself purely through navel gazing? Not the world’s most comfortable question. I knew already that being able to work is not just financially important to me, but is also part of my sense of self. Not having that left me further adrift. Adventures in hat making just weren’t the same. I did also have a go at making puppets – a good learnig experience there and something I hope to continue with.
Feeling connected is so important to me. Being part of a wider community, open to other influences, listening, learning. I like the radio, but you can’t have a discussion with it.
I shall be diving back into life as was, and no doubt will find it has changed a bit. In the meantime, I wave to the wider world, and a bow to all of you. It is good to be part of something, to be sharing, interacting, to have the navel gazing be that bit less abstract and irrelevant. A little shared navel contemplation can mean something more than self obsession, I hope. Somewhere beyond the fluff is an essentialness, is the point at which we connected to our mothers, to the essence of life. There may be more to the navel gazing thought form than I had first appreciated!