It begins with a word. A word of truth. Truth with a twist. A twist of fate that causes us to create something we never expected to be connected.
Science, art, music and mathematics converge regularly in my life, fashioning a fantastic fabric that wraps around me and influences my writing. I believe it’s worth taking notice that recently this seems to be happening more and more.
Because I front loaded 2013 with many activities, it has been on my mind lately that I may need to shift my priorities a bit to make certain I can accomplish my goals and still have time for the things I enjoy the most. I enjoy the blogging community very much. Mine is not a mega blog. The ebb and flow of readers here is sufficient to keep me trying to write content that someone will find inspiring or at least mildly entertaining. Those who read between the lines honor me by “getting it.”
Your comments are golden.
The creativity converging here in the blogosphere is remarkable, a network of talent with incredible potential. Some bloggers are skilled at tapping into that, and those who do amaze and inspire me in ways I never expected.
Here’s where it gets interesting.
Yesterday, a song slipped into my mind because of a single word. Seventeen. I was watching an episode of Star Trek (I LOVE PATRICK STEWART), and in the dialogue, the word seventeen was used several times. I don’t know why, but the word began to slide around in my brain. The episode was about boys becoming men. My father became a father at seventeen, I thought. Then the word seventeen became…at seventeen. The next thing I knew, a song from the album Between the Lines, Janis Ian’s “At Seventeen” floated from my head and draped around my shoulders.
Today, cruising through some of my favorite blogs, there were two posts about the exact thing that has been on my mind lately about whether or not to continue blogging. One on The Write Transition and another on Sweet Mother. Next I came across a video on Ohm Sweet Ohm of a gifted young poet passionately talking about his experience of becoming a man. (watch this video) I laughed out loud at the beginning. My son, doing homework at the kitchen table, came to see what I was laughing about. I stopped and restarted the video and we watched it together.
Then he talked to me about his homework and showed me this cool graphing calculator website before proceeding to explain imaginary numbers to me. I did not know i to the 4th is 1, but he proved it to me on paper and now I will prove it to you.
I write what I know. I know myself. A topic today which I assure you was of no particular interest until connecting the imaginations of four bloggers to share one idea.
i to the 4th power = 1 Now that’s poetic.
***photo credit*** A guy named Blaine