I am a badger of a
“certain age” which basically means there is more grey in my fur than the
distinctive markings of a younger badger.
To put it another way, I sit on the fulcrum of this see-saw called life
and look both ways. Many would suggest
the way forward is “all downhill” yet I retain enough optimism or perhaps
deluded thinking to believe it doesn't have to be as the many suggest.
As badger’s go I am a
fairly reserved and solitary badger. For
years I have journaled, pondering, mulling over things, writing down my
thoughts. I used to write in long hand
but out of concern my cubs might stumble across their father’s musings I
consigned those journals to the fire, taught myself short hand and once more
set off pondering, musing, mulling and writing secure in the knowledge non-one
would understand my scribbling. My
burrow is filled with journals written but not re-read for having crystallized my thoughts in one matter I happily begin mulling on another and see no need to
refer to earlier scribbling.
So why start to blog
and go against the pattern of a lifetime?
Well, my eldest cub started her own blog and encouraged me to follow
suit, a friend with whom I breakfast has been encouraging me to write and a
wolf who loped into my life last year has also been encouraging me to
write. Besides, if the see-saw of life
is not to be “all down hill” occasionally you need to force yourself to do
something that is against the grain – or in my case – against my fur!
As much as I would
love to amble back down my burrow and begin another journal in shorthand I have
decided to take the advice of my cub, my friend and my wolf, stick my nose out
of the burrow, do something new and begin to write.
In other guises I have
been a Psychiatric Nurse, a Minister of Religion and have worked with the
homeless, those with drug and alcohol addictions, so my ponderings are a
mixture of the philosophical, the spiritual, the mundane and the wonderful
ordinariness of life.
am loving this so far keep up the great musings
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