Friday, August 6, 2010

The Truth (and Beauty Lab) will Set You Free

Piece of Advice O'The Day #1: Do not trivialize serendipity. It might actually lead you somewhere.

Piece of Advice O'The Day #2: Do not be afraid of meandering. It is within this process that many exciting discoveries are waiting to be happened upon.

Piece of Advice O'The Day #3: Be wary of anyone who uses the phrase "O'The Day".

(except for me)

(I will deem that is acceptable to get weary of me. Just don't be wary)

Because, peoples, I might be on to something here.

Let me start at the very beginning.

Because, I hear, it's a very good place to start.

Quite a few years ago, whilst on a field trip with Duke #1's class, I sidled up to his teacher to get some one-on-one time.

Why this was so important to me was because I found his teacher to be absolutely mesmerizing. He was a combination of crunchy granola hippy-dippyness, with a PhD thrown in for good measure. He was genius tied up in a very approachable package, and could connect to Duke #1 in a way that few others could. He drew him out, he encouraged him to embrace geekdom, and in general, just got him.

All of the anecdotes I would hear day after day made me realize that - child or adult - there was something to learn from this man.

One of the things I learned during our brief stroll together (before he was called away to prevent one of his charges from potentially breaking his neck)(oh, those wacky 7 year olds) was that the bookstore across the street from where we were walking was one of his favorites.

Really, guru? That's all ya got for me?


At first, I kinda dismissed this tidbit as no big deal. But then after wondering, 'what does a man with such an enormous brain find so alluring about those particular books?', I was intrigued.

The next time I had a couple of free hours, I ventured back to said bookstore.

I swear, it was like going though a magical portal.

Now, I am a sucker for a bookstore - musty oldies beckoning to be picked up, spines waiting to be satisfyingly cracked, shiny displays singing their siren song... But this was a little different.

Once inside, I could feel my usually twisty guts just sigh and relax. I wanted to touch every single book. I wanted to buy every single book. I wanted to just pull up a piece of floor and stay all day. I wanted, truth be told, to renounce everything - family, career, home - and just live here.

Every book appeared to be hand-picked just for me. There was so much information, so much potential, so much nurturance, so much vitality. It was enthralling.

Just as Mr. P the teacher immediately 'got' my kid, I immediately got why this was one of his favorite bookstores.

One of the authors I discovered on my first visit was a woman named SARK. Through the fine work of this woman, I was told that I should take lots of naps, and sate my appetite with meals of Tranformation Soup & Inspiration Sandwiches, rounded out with a dessert of Prosperity Pie.

How could advice like this possibly be ignored? (especially with nary an O'The Day in sight...)

So, needless to say, when I found her website with all of her links, you can bet that I meandered through each and every one of them.

One of SARK's favorite people, whom I happened upon at her bidding, was Rob Brezny.

He wrote a fascinating book called 'Pronoia Is The Antidote for Paranoia'. Lo and behold, thanks to the power of the interwebs, he had a website as well.

Through this meandering I discovered his Beauty and Truth Lab.

Whatever he's been concocting here over the years with his steamy Erlenmeyer flasks and overflowing graduate cylinders finally resulted in an 'Eureka' moment - for me.

It was here, a couple of weeks ago, that I found the balmy truth I'd been searching for.

Without boring you with all of the details of my recent struggles, I will tell you that I had a real identity crisis. All I could keep thinking was that I was extremely scattered, that I didn't have a 'voice'. I was told by someone, whose words I really value, that if I could remain focused that I could be a very good writer.

But hey. I am not that focused person. I may someday be, with some maturity. For now, I am a flitter. I jump from place to place to interest to curiosity, with complete disregard to those who are following.

Sorry about that.

I thought, for a time, that I could have a different blog for each interest and emotion. When I took the time to think that through, I realized I would have about 50 sites to keep up. Is that realistic?

What Rob eloquently related here is that it's okay to be trans-genre. To gather up all the different facets, grind them down, throw 'em in a beaker, apply a little heat, catalyze the hell out of them, and distill them all down. To one final product.

For now, this will be my truth.

And, for now - for me - this is a very beautiful thing.


Chesapeake Bay Woman said...

(applause, and a few whistles) Bravo, Baroness!

wv: ookifico. The opposite of magnifico. Your posts are definitely not ookifico.

Mental P Mama said...

Love SARK! have checking everything out. And, yes, you are a writer. The End.

Meg @ Soup Is Not A Finger Food said...

I don't know about everyone else, but I haven't the time to check all 50 of your blogs. If you could confine all of your many emotions to just this one, I promise to keep coming back, because lady? You have a way with words. And I LOVE bookstores too. Love 'em. I have to FORCE myself to check the library first before I buy... I could go broke buying new books.

Noe Noe Girl...A Queen of all Trades. said...

Clapping loudly and bowing my Baroness!
and love the new header!

Diane said...

How wonderful to be you! And now I know what attracted me all along... flittery-ness!
I love that you flitter and flutter. I could give a fig if you boil it all down in a test tube... although hopefully it will not be smelly.
That would not do at all!

wv- manti. What the Baron wears under his slacks.

Baroness von Bloggenschtern said...

Countess CBW: I plan on incorporating 'ookifico' into my lexicon! SO Italian!

Countess MPM: I know you love SARK. Yet another common thing we love. Like Pina Coladas. And getting caught in the rain.

Countess of Soup: Oh, the bookstore. Clearly the devil's playground.

Countess NNG: You are the best!

Countess AG: Just promise you won't chase after me with a net. Or Annette. That would be awkward.
(it took me a beat to get the wv - then lolz!!)

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