So the lovely Jean has challenged me to a cross linked post. And since I’m normally a big fat scaredy cat when it comes to challenges, I thought I’d live on the edge a little and just do it. Pick up the baton. Rise to the occasion. Face the demons.
Procrastinate a bit.
I’m not good under pressure, you see. Oh for work, sure, but for creative stuff, ag, well, not really.
But I digress.
The topic of our respective bloglets, is each other. Not strictly Dolce and Jean, but Jean’s posting will be on La Dolce Vita and I’ve got to scribble away on The Princess Echoes. Not really about each other as such, but what those innocent little phrases mean for us.
And what immediately sprang to mind is that this Princess does echo. For me. It’s weird. Reading her blogs is like reading a diary I might have written in another life. Lots of little moments of synchronicity. Time echoes, life echoes, love echoes, thought echoes. And they carry on. Not unlike an echo, funnily enough. In my head. Long after I’ve read them. Echoing on quietly.
Sometimes it’s like her life runs parallel to my own. Cross linked, if you will.
Off the top of my head, for example, like me she has a single FPU (female parental unit, in Jean speak) who struggled and undertook strange rituals to ensure good manners in her children. She likes to dress up. Hell, the woman has her own language.
And all of this has got me wondering about the sameness of people again. How much I believe that we’re more alike than we are different. How we’re just echoes of the same pattern.
And that’s one of the reasons I love blogging. We can’t see each other. Can’t judge as quickly. Our first impressions are of nicely arranged bit and bytes. And beyond that, if we’re lucky, an essence of a person. Very possibly a projected essence, but a part of that person, none the less (and I’d hazard a fairly truthful one, or the blog wouldn’t survive.) And once we begin to read and connect and delve we either like what we find or we don’t. And we tend to go back to the things that echo with us. The humour, the contemplation, the rage, the secrets.
Sure, there are moments of incredible individuality amongst all of us. Splashes of extraordinary genius and compassion and love and energy and desire that flare out from us as a collective. But if we listen for those echoes that bind us, rather than the things that separate us, the world is filled with more whispering sound than we could have ever imagined.
And for me, the Princess Echoes!