Fireflies and Bonfires
Several months ago I purchased this domain with the notion of aggregating through one portal my various non-, or less, political writing, efforts. The final impetus to get Fireflies and Bonfires running now is having found a class in creative writing in Brenau University's "BULLI" program, fueling the, perhaps over optimistic, idea that soon I will have a volume of fresh material to share.
Currently it seems my life is structured by an array of disparate points of lights and dark holes, some connected and some never to connect. The deeper motivation for this particular project is, I suspect, my very human urge to discover or create the patterns they form to give genuine substance to life. Without substance life is tasteless. Without navigation markers it is intolerable.
I seem to have always referred to the world outside my mind for joy. In fact I suppose that is as good a definition as any for the way of a scientist. This is a theme that I realize appears often in my various "creative" efforts. Examples are included in my memoir in Prairie Tree Letters. A version may be found in A Personal Family Memoir. More memories of that time were evoked just he other day by a beautifully written feature article in the Athens paper. It is about Savannah's legendary Waving Girl. The article and the experience recounted in my MLK Memoir are reminders that also each of us bears the responsibility for being points of light for others.
Please join me in this work in progress but be forewarned that some works linked to on the menus and otherwise were created long ago in now what seems rather primitive format and links problematic. Perhaps as I update my skills they will be eventually updated.
Though it is still in pretty rough form, Where is Sweet Alex, my first creative writing class effort is online here.
Morning Worship
The cutting edge of the site will be Morning Worship. I hope it to be a kind of journal in weblog format that provides opportunity for visitors to comment. The wish for it began with my habit of spending quiet morning time online reading newspapers and blogs which always spawn opinions to share. It has undergone a series of name changes. It took some thought before I settled on Morning Worship as its title. I fear the search engines will likely bring a number of disappointed Christians to this humanist place but I am naming it in honor of Sweet Alex who begins our day with worship before the alter of our computer. Much mutual smoozing goes on before he settles his capacious belly on my mouse-hand and arm and we go about exploring what has changed overnight.
