OLD BEGINNINGS AND NEW CONTINUINGS

A new beginning with a new title. The previous title and blog, Depression's Seven Steps to Self-Understanding, simply or not so simply, vanished from the blogsphere. I take it as a sign. When things happen that alter the order of one's existence in large or small ways, one can inquire as to how and why, and perhaps affect a reversal to the previous existing order, however, this is generally the exception to the rule of life.

So, given changes, large or small, which can be sometimes quite upsetting and even devastating, one still needs to BREATHE. For this, it may be helpful to have a PLACE to breathe. In addition, whatever is taking happening is doing so within the Greater Context, sometimes referred to as THE SCHEME OF THINGS. Thus, the title to this new blog, A PLACE TO BREATHE WITHIN THE SCHEME OF THINGS. Sometimes the scheme of things seems so personal and so utterly crushing; we can hardly breathe.

The purpose of this blog is to provide breathing space within our lives, but I want more than breathing SPACE; I want a PLACE specifically available in which to BREATHE, and to breathe freely. A place in which what needs to be released or freed or allowed to exist is given this right. Yet, not a place of bitching and complaining stupidly; rather, a place of recognizing and telling the truth about oneself and one's place in the scheme of things, the greater context of all of it. That's where I intend to go. That's where I invite you to go as well.

Our particular directions are not up for discussion; there is no right or wrong direction, personally-speaking. However, there is that which "makes sense". I prefer a discussion in which we seek to comprehend and apprehend that which we share in some way. Our responsibility is to be as honest as we can be, while also being able to hear the other, who may see things quite differently. I do not pretend to be consistent or right or dogmatic or wise or truthful. Thus, the place to breathe. We all listen to each other. We share the same life in some respects, though we are not so much the same in my estimation. We project everything upon others; our lives are such projections. We aren't even ourselves; perhaps there is no such thing as one's self.

My committment is to do my utmost to enter something here on a daily basis, though I don't want it to be mere drivel. Our culture thrives on that but I don't. I am drawn to the unknown, to the darkness. Perhaps the light reveals too much that is simply not very interesting or worthy or beautiful. But nor am I a solemn, suffering romantic or a sentimentalist seeking pain. Life is silly enough. And life is not all it's cracked up to be.

So enjoy...