I am often at a quandary about the thoughts floating around my head about what I see and feel and want to say. How much of that is my reality and truth and how much of it is just delusion? Do other people agree with what I see, feel and say? I know that this life is about service and loving kindness, and yet at times I want to say things that do not necessarily fall in line with that.
Listening to a podcast a while back they were talking about the veranda as a metaphor. The part of us that only lets people in part way, the facade that lets people see the good face we put on to the world. Going past that veranda to the inner world, the home to darkness and the reality we are hiding from is the world that is not always easy to show. I’m lucky I get to write about it, whether fiction or nonfiction.
How can we be an open book and be of service to the world when all we see and want to say is critical? I am reminded of a Catholic priest speaking during a convention many years ago where he evoked a famous quote, “I am not here to comfort the inflicted, I am here to inflict the comforted.” This has always been a powerful statement and one that has stuck with me for a very long time. And to this day informs my writing.
My proclivity is towards wanting shake things up, challenge people’s notions and delusions. The only way I can do it as a writer, is to write from experience. That does not always mean being nice. It means being truthful and that often is painful and something people do not want to hear in this day and age.
As recently as last week I was blocked by a friend for a quote I had made in a blog post a few weeks earlier. It was not a personal attack and yet he took it as a personal affront and severing ties after a three plus year friendship. This happened also with a family member a few years earlier around the Clinton/Trump election.
Ironically, in both instances they were and are Trump supporters. Is there a connection? I do not know nor do I care. All I know is that I do not censor, nor do I care how people react. In this period of time, if people are not willing or brave enough to have a conversation in order to clarify what I have written that’s on them not me.
I do find that both the book I am in the midst of revising about stories from my experience and blogging allow to both explicitly and stealthily interject truths and challenges. Whether people get it or not, or how they react is not up to me. They have their own experiences seeing the world through a certain lens distorted or not in which they interpret what I write.
All I know, I will keep doing what I am doing.