Consciousness Rising

Compelled to write isn't easy.  We write because we have to.  So many feelings, thoughts, angsts, joys.  Somehow putting them on paper eases the way.  At least it does for me.  It validates my experience.

When I write, I know I have to soften it at times.  If you see some angst on here, know I will lighten it soon.  I hope I have done that for you.

Reading another blog which I enjoy lately has been about the atrocities on women worldwide. I nearly said 'systematic atrocities' because that is what they are.  This blogger grows tired with social networking and goes there less and less.  Most of what I read is just blah blah blah.  The comings and goings of the day.  It doesn't raise the human condition.  At times, it is interesting.  If there is nothing else to do.  I don't care if people know what I am doing.  I know what I am doing.  That is more than enough.  I only answer to myself.  Money has never been any motivator.  Doing things for the highest good has been.

I've always live within myself.  It's easier that way.  I can feel the consciousness rising amidst the hum drum of this life.  I feel it in the quiet, the solitude.  I am doing more of that.  Drama has no place in the people we are becoming.  Quiet does. 

Happy weekend.