When blogging, do you find new voices within that were silent before? They were there, but there was no place to speak them so they went unheard, unformed and just bumped around sticking to each other until some critical mass forced them in or out of your mind? No place for them in the social normal world. Like a record un-played.
The hard part is creating new sentences to exhibit these voices; to express them by word-smithing so they can be said. Realizing that the way we talk and the way we write are not the same, especially nowadays, not the same as we learned in our youth, either. The way blog readers read and the way they perceive the story are also not the same as in the walk-around world, either. We are socialized individuals, specific to our own people, time and environment and choices and our thoughts don’t always fit just because we have them.
I gave some really deep thinking time to this and a few unseen thoughts came up. For one: Those of us older than a CD player, our world had to add new words just to keep up. For those who played with cabbage patch dolls or micro machines, the words, sentences and ideas are made of even different elements. Brown paper wrapping and string ties mean little to modern children, but the care and value of a friendship once was discernible by simple tells in the tidy twists of a string bow, and saving both the paper and the string was normal.
Another was: These things are deeply seated in the sentences as I try to form a communication with a world that no longer remembers how those specific things felt. I worry not that those feelings are lost because they are not, they are just assigned to new icons but are still felt in old common ways. When the language of today’s younger folks is understood, and we take time to express out our older word assemblies, most of us can still communicate, but that is where those new voices that were silent emerge. With new constructions of how to explain old memories arise, new thoughts arise with it and new inner voices introduce themselves.
I didn’t know at first that as I go out looking for interesting blogs to sift through, this other voice, the one that I don’t show in the walk-around world, is here within the internet, here in a new time. At first it felt as if, we who are older than ball point pens or pocket calculators, might be at a disadvantage but now I realize that I have been alive through all that today’s youth has been, though I am not immersed in it, while they have never received a gift wrapped in brown paper tied with string that has been used a dozen times, nor eaten fruit preserved by being dipped in wax. No one can keep up today; actually, no one wants to, but all of us are discovering new voices within, courage to use those voices and not being silent anymore because there is a place to speak. No one glances away or says to be still; if they lose interest they just click away and what is written sits and awaits someone else to speak to. I go to bed and don’t wait around, then magically someone rings the bell and comments to my new voice and we all smile.
Don’t you just love blogging with a new voice?