Argh. Tonio split. Took his poems with him. Commonbeauty made a poetic exit and..... rats. So I am attached to blogs and their bloggers. *sigh. Commonbeauty's exit was, like his entrance and his everything-in-between, readable and real. Darn. Crumb. It's like getting to a favorite haunt and finding the door nailed shut. I still haven't managed to take down the
Things are getting a bit quiet here because I am happily occupied in the embodied world. There are many felicities, both in the realm of the obvious and in the territory of the secret.
I have been thinking also about the fate of this blog, the good ship commonbeauty, and about how to give this enjoyable little experiment the graceful and natural death it deserves.
Two strange thoughts have accompanied this. First, a couple of lines over at Lois's page (heart@work), in which she talks about the inexpressibility of many of the experiences she's been having (April 14). Somehow, that touched something very real in me. My blog, which has aided my acts of witness, has also been, in its own way, an impediment to witness. I am curious about the unprinted territory commanded by Socrates and by Gautama and by Yeshua and their many nameless ilk.
The second is an article at Dave's page (vianegativa) which, oddly enough, I have not yet read. It is the recent article on poetics (April 13), and I have this instinctive feeling that, when I finally do read it, the attention I will wish to pay its prescriptions will leave me precious little blogging time! So, blame Dave.
My decision now is that, as it happens in the corporeal realm, this termination should come with little warning, no pomp, and an echoing sense of finality.
Oh, how I have enjoyed this little stage of the journey, especially the company of my fellow pilgrims!
I have experienced extraordinary kindness from, and great love for, many people in this circle of thoughts. Those of you who are friends, I implore you to remain so, by email or by other means. Perhaps we could even correspond in the old fashioned way, by pen and paper? I will continue to read your pages, even if only sporadically: they have been a chief pleasure of my foray into blogging, and a pleasure I am not yet keen on surrendering.
If I perchance have opened up some little new worlds for you, as you have for me, then we are agreed that a miracle has happened! Don't forget, friends, the many forms of the "everyday sacred," and the many beauties and uglinesses we share with each other. I'll drop this thread before the spirit of Polonius makes too great an impression.
above the swan song of commonbeauty