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It may look as if I have taken the weekend off. No such luck. There may not have been a new entry to the blog but the keyboard has been working overtime. Even now, when I finally got to bed around half past midnight, I have been up and working since three o’clock. So much is waiting to be done, so much whirling through the mind that sleep is hard to come by and I am wide awake.
Rather than tossing and turning fruitlessly it makes sense to get up and be productive. It is too dark to paint or sew, the housework too can wait till daylight, even the dog is snoring, all four legs in the air in the most untidy fashion. So, the keyboard gets the brunt of the attention.
It makes sense to grasp the opportunity… though sleep would undoubtedly have been good too.
I’ve spent a little time on the growing forum this morning. I have…to a point… taken the weekend off there. Mainly to sit back and watch in delight as the activity levels increase, membership grows and the posts expand in both numbers and scope. There are some light-hearted threads, and some very deep discussions going on, both of which delight me. It was a little lonely in there for a while, but it has now acquired a real energy. I feel like a mother bird watching a fledgling learn to fly.
While it is part of the Silent Eye website, it is open to all who register not just prospective school members. This opens the possibilities for discussion and contact. I want to see it spread its wings and become an independent and lively entity in its own right.
The whole process of bringing the School to birth feels much like that, as one by one ideas leave the safety of the nest in our private minds and are encouraged to fly free. It carries as much trepidation as that felt by any parent watching those first hesitant flappings.. and as equally, much joy as the wind catches their wings and they soar, winging their way into the clean air and carrying their song with them as they go.
To watch as others hear the notes in the morning is a wonderful feeling and one that cannot adequately be expressed in words. Only in references to parenthood can I find any analogy. They are not our ideas, they belong only to themselves. They have a lineage that goes back to the youth of mankind, but they, like children, have come into our care for a while, so that we can shape them and let them grow and evolve into something that we hope will carry a little Light into the world.
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