Unless you’ve been living under a stone or exist outside the known blogosphere, you’re aware of the phenomenon known as the A-Z blogging challenge. Marvelous way to work out a bunch of kinks in your blogging prowess, air out all kinds of fascinating subjects and generally get out n’ blogging.
I’ll confess that I haven’t actually taken up the challenge and really can’t offer you A-G and perhaps won’t even continue on all the way to Z, but I’m happy to leap in and use this excuse to get the blog back into business.
And funny you should say that, cause that’s a large part of my hat metaphor. Amazing bloggers, writers and their avid readers know all about metaphors and this one is crucial for me.
So, on to hats.
We talk about what hat we’re wearing today. Not in the haberdasher’s sense, but in the artististic, creative, fun loving, musically inclined, dancing, reading, writing, tweeting and blogging sense. Making inner soul music, playing on the strings of our spirit, arranging the orchestra of our own divine selves and dancing with that is a joy that we all revel in.
The major talents among us draw crowds and parades and inspire every day. And they do that from this inner reservoir that they tap into and draw from, reaching deep into the still waters to bring up wondrous words and images and concepts and ideas and finally pieces of art.
Seen that way, it seems almost easy. Just get into your boat, get on the reservoir and dive in and catch the ideas and bring them up to the surface. Sure you have to make that wondrous raw material into something readable but then that’s half the fun, isn’t it?
Well, so far, so good. We’re all for diving in and bringing up treasures and then taking them out into the open and molding them, sometimes hammering them, often sculpting them, perhaps even editing, arranging, composing and endlessly revising them so they most resemble the magic of that first vision in the deep.
So, that’s the wondrous artistic hat. A beret, perhaps. The casual slouch hat, a Panama maybe, or some other version of the poet’s headwear.
For so many of us, this hat is terrifically comfortable. Easy to slip on, to forget we’re wearing it and to keep it on long after we need to take it off.
For we need all the other hats in our closets to make this hat shine.
Bloggers, writers, artists, creative minds, geniuses and all who aspire to truly follow their often idiosyncratic and often terrifying dreams all love donning this chapeau. We love to create and revel in that magic moment when we flow and feel the reservoir so clearly.
I don’t know about you, but I often leave the other critically important hat in the closet, back down by the coats, or often even underneath the sweaters. That’s the scheduling, administering, making the trains run on time, getting the financial books in order and cracking the whip in the office, virtual or individual as it may be, hat.
That hat is a little less comfortable for me. Working in someone else’s office, it was easier to put on, though no more a perfect fit for all that.
And now it’s time to acknowledge the wonder of both hats, to honor both personas, to enable all the wonders of the both sides to blossom and grow.
Mr. Laughing Heart, often written by Wren Meyers, fun loving, joyous, big hearted learning and loving fellow, let me introduce you to the Social Media Maestro (TM) ~ composing, arranging, rehearsing, conducting, and orchestrating your Social Media music.
Taking that leap from tweeting love and joy and smiles and hugs to developing a website to chronicle our own journey to financial independence and soul satisfaction to creating a viable business entity to take my own gifts and talents out to the world is a massive one. It’s taken many years and those years built the foundation on which I’m now creating the podium for the Maestro.
And now we come to my first project as the Maestro. Another soul on the spiritual journey found an object sacred to him, as meaningful an artifact as any in a museum and used it to channel his search for a deeper purpose. This sacred stone embodies the hope of Easter, the love of His spirit, the magic of the deeper meaning in this world of ours.
He has gained what he will from the Stone and now offers it to another pilgrim, another seeker, hoping that the power he feels in it will move them also.
With this one project, we resurrect the booming laughter, the joyful exuberance and the fun of the Laughing Heart and bring out the demanding and exacting Maestro, orchestrating the various musicians to create wondrous music and value.
You can find out more about this amazing artifact here: http://smmaestro.webs.com/projectspage.htm
And now, my friends, I don my own top hat, the traditional finish to the Maestro’s uniform. I doff it to you as I say adieu for now.
Prince of Phun One hardly knows where to start...One’s history is a matter of public record and the historians will do with it what they will...and yet, one finds it necessary to correct the coarser parts and provide minor corrections...My royal birth was obscured from me for ages and I grew up, as did many of you, believing that royal blood flowed not in my veins. Through the trials of education, university and into the legions with cousin Henry, namesake of the stirring we few..we band of brothers fame, I was tested by the tantalizing allure of fame, success, wealth and a sense of purpose. And as noblesse oblige, one must take the path that is his to walk...And so I find myself in the Court of Comedy, bantering with the Baron of Bellylaughs, the Duke of Double Entendre and the Viscount D’Mirth as we live up to our royal heritage and give you our perspective on living up to the name handed down by your forebears.
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