On Soul-Baring Pronouncements, Epiphanies and Wild Inspiration

There is no such thing in anyone’s life as an unimportant day.

~Alexander Woollcott


There is a method to my madness.  Yesterday, I introduced you to my massage therapist, the Diabolical Dave.  I credit this man with my continuing ability to walk upright, as he worked on my poor, battered body following a bad car accident several years ago.  We became friends, and I look forward to my appointments both for the physical effects as well as for the mental refreshment.

Our friendship was born of shared interests and a commonality of thoughts.  Sometimes, we think a lot alike.  Often we bounce ideas off one another, looking for a bit of advice or some validation.  Sometimes, we amaze even ourselves.

Dave and I chat while he works his magic.  We talk about many things: our families, our selves, our day-to-day, the news, the weather, and mutual friends.  We also discuss the deep stuff like religion and politics and the meanings of life.  There’s not much that we don’t chew on for our hour of shared conversation; of course, my side of the dialogue is often punctuated with groans, teeth-gritting and the occasional profane interjection.  Dave likes to tell me jokes, and as I laugh, he pushes harder on my stubborn muscles.  It is his approach to healing and his amazing skill that I admire so much; I love to recommend him to friends and family, even though the busier he is, the farther apart my appointments become.

There is something about lying on a massage table in a state somewhere between bliss and agony that lends itself to soul-baring pronouncements, epiphanies, and wild inspiration.  This last visit, I experienced all three.  And that brings me to the subject of this post.

For one reason or another, it had been a long while since my last massage, so we had some catching up to do.  I mentioned my blog and how much I have enjoyed it.  Encouraging and supportive friend that he is, Dave expressed delight that I was writing again.  We talked about some of the posts I’d written and how my following had grown, bit by bit.  And then, Dave expressed his vision of my blog.

I trust Dave and his opinions; he is an honest man.  With him, what you see is what you get — no schmoozing, no pretense, no fooling.  So when he tells me that thinking about my blog gives him goosebumps, I believe him.  When he tells me that our conversations have helped him through rough spots in his life, I am honestly touched.  And when he laid out the flash of inspiration that came to him as we spoke, I listened.

You see, both of us have had some ugly times to struggle through in our lives.  He credits me with compassion brought forth from suffering, and he feels very strongly that this blog can be a voice of empathy.  My voice.  I was moved to hear him say that, but I had to agree.  Misery loves company, they say, but really, misery is glad to know it is not alone, because misery so often is isolating.  I’ve been there, and I know.  I would wager that most of you do, too.

So it is with this in mind that I strike out in a new direction — an additional direction.  I have designated a new category for this side of the blog: Walking Through Fire.  Each post I write on this topic will be categorized and tagged accordingly.  I will also continue to write my usual drollery as I did before.  😉

I hope you will find truth, compassion, and maybe even healing here.  I know I will.

photo credit Nick J Webb

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8 thoughts on “On Soul-Baring Pronouncements, Epiphanies and Wild Inspiration”

    1. Thank you, Destiny.
      I agree. It is hard to plow through the rough times without encouragement and support. When people feel like they are not alone and their feelings are validated through others, it can make a huge difference. We all have our burdens and our baggage. But we’re all in this together.

  1. I can feel your direction in your writing. This is going to be amazing. I look forward to your future
    publications. You’re dealing with something you know and that will shine thru. K

    1. Thank you so much! They always say, ‘write what you know.’ Well, I don’t rank my burden or situation above anyone else’s, because we all have our own, but this is, indeed, something I know. I hope I don’t disappoint.

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