The steps I’m taking are important to me, and I think some of my commitment hinges on staying with the themes introduced in the three initial posts, which have to do with questions of mortality and my dreams and needs around those questions. Although I do want to write about Lucky, for example, right now I need to do that in a different inner space.
The limitation intrinsic with exploring these initial themes is that I do not often have the insight and energy to go there. My daily life is made up of dogs and dog parks, emerging pussy willows and forsythia buds, cloud forms and light on the water. That and roommate hassles, money worries, menu planning and dirty dishes. The sublime and the mundane.
A friend called my blog “brave” and I suppose there is some bravery involved. I don’t feel courageous, really. I am just following my process, which is very different than it was ten years ago -- or even two years ago. So much of my life is inner, these days. I have few places to dream, fewer places to share those dreams. I have few friends, fewer people I can trust with much at all. I am no longer frantic, more self-contained.
I originally named the blog “Musings”, not because I thought that was a great name, but because I knew I had no real focus, and I didn’t want to limit it. But, after reading blogs with clever names, I changed the name to “Aspen Tangential”, which is certainly more colorful and personal, particularly to anyone who has listened to me ramble on. I’d like to find a picture of the Maroon Bells to put behind the title, even though Aspen, the place, is just a memory of my ideal Colorado, because that area is so beautiful.
I’ve needed to write this post all week, and have put off posts about Lucky or the dog park because this just had to come first. Now that it is written, who knows what tangent I shall follow next? Always, the journey beckons.
And, as always, nothing to do with the ski area!
I love the name of this blog!
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