Pay attention. Not everybody is playing the same game.
Excellent post and this does not come from a fan of the blogging mutual admiration society. One reason I’ve identified why my blog is still confidential (beside reason 1) after 6+ months, is that I have “the bum between 2 chairs” as Voltaire would put it: promoting my coaching, exploring and experimenting with my new “niche” with the metaphor/archetype of Icarus :coaching young (less young?) passionate souls (the artist for ex) in a dispassionate (as over pragmatic) professional climate. So the need to be, look, feel pro on the one hand. On the other hand, I enjoy genuinely connecting through blogging and sometimes it’s not so pro…carnivalesque even, with the breaking of boundaries (fool archetype) this mode of interaction sometimes entails: oops! But I don’t think I would have learned so much about the people I am interested to coach without taking this risk. Electronic words stay, be careful of reputation, I hear from colleagues: Diderot’s prudent ‘esprit de l’escalier”, for another reason of not being so well known does take over at times. A pity. I’m not the type to live a double life separating the pro from the casual, even though some limits in the right place are warranted, I admit. Does such a blog semi-pro, semi-blogging has a chance? We’ll see. For the meantime, I am still enjoying the experiment.
Michal at Happy Heuristics!
Full many a gem of purest ray serene
The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear:
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
And waste its sweetness on the desert air. (from “Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard” by Thomas Gray)
There are certainly many excellent established blogs out there. I love to read them. But I also like to scour the blogopsphere for hidden gems.
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Looking back. What is harmony? between man and woman, between personalities, between nations, between generations… How to create harmony? Through disharmony?
He: Found something interesting?
She: Is it sunset or sunrise?
He, from the corner of his eye, handing her tea: More like sunset. What’s the difference? Who cares anyway?
The self-absorbed ploughman ploughs the bountiful soil
Expensive ship cruise the rocky shores: life’s at its height
The bemused shepherd muses: perfect day, no spoil
No one can care less when Icarus reaches twilight
The selfish fisherman lounges to fish on the sea shore
End of a journey: the sun does not shine so bright
Icarus’ legs clown like the legs of Belmer’s whores
Daedalus’ stellar son was not prepared for such a flight
The fantastiKarus must fall
He, taking the book of her hands and She not opposing resistance: You’re so absorbed!
She: Why doesn’t…
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It seems, these days, that this blog is turning into an impressionistic collection of notes on subjects that I would like to develop further, time allowing, like the theme of the voyager, people in exile, the gypsy. Today, during a shiatsu session, I heard Naci En Alamo in the background. I knew the song through Gatlif’s beautiful film, Vengo. Face down, through the hole, while the masseuse applied pressure on my left shoulder, abandoned, I began to cry silently. The words? The interpretation? The music? The pain? Continue reading