Back from a short break

I just needed to take a few days off from posting to rejuvinate my brain. You may have noticed that the themes for this particular blog has become a bit eclectic. That was intentional. I first wanted to create a blog about Islamic issues, but I soon realized that I don’t have tons of information on tap nor do I have the resources which can point me out to interesting articles/books all the time. I do it manually, and it takes up a lot of time. So, I have broadened the theme to focus mainly on spiritual and religious ideas, but certainly not only about that. It will take some time for me to get into a groove and get used to this new venue. As I wrote in one of my previous entries, I think changing blogs is like changing schools. At first I was shy to really speak my mind unless I knew enough people would agree with me, but now that is has been a few weeks I am feeling more comfortable in showing my true colors.

Random Meanderings of Truth and Sincerity

I don’t have a specific theme right now, so I’m going to just ramble a little. One of the things I adore this time of the year is how the death of summer is so beautiful. The trees don’t look as majestic as they do during fall, their death into the hands of winter. It makes me wonder if it is simply a way of nature, or also a sign from God? For if nature does not look as beautiful as in its dieing season, what can we gather from that? I don’t know. I have a vivid memory of Fall of when I was six years old and was walking home with my brother from school. I noticed the leaves from the trees were red, and I asked him why they were red. He told me they were ‘bleeding’ to taunt me, and I got really upset. I protested, yelled, and even began to cry to get him to change what he said to something that didn’t bother me so. He didn’t, and it ended up being a bad day for me.

Every time I look back at that memory, I get choked up because I think he may have been right. The leaves were ‘bleeding’ and thus ‘dieing.’ What appeared so beautiful to me could have been the agonizing pains of the leaves trying to hold on to a fleeting existence in which they inevitably become dust. Even when my brother said that, I felt as if I had to save them somehow. I didn’t know how to protect them, but I felt in my conscience that I needed to help them. I wanted to console them somehow.

Changing Blogs is Like Changing Schools

I remember what it was like to graduate from one grade-level to the next. In my area that involved going to a new school. Just as soon as I was used to the envrionment I was in, it was time to go to a completely new place. During the first few weeks, it was hard to be myself. I would put on a different face while attempting to keep to myself. No boat rocking or saying/doing anything that would be out of the norm and attract unwanted attention my way. But after a while, I became attached to the new place and was able to easy into it naturally and grow within it. What does this have to do with blogging? Pretty much everything. I had a blog in another venue that only my friends read, although technically anyone could have accessed most of the posts. Over time I was able to write about whatever I wanted and not fearing if people didn’t like what I said.

I’m having some difficulty getting used to my new venue. I have been relatively good at showing my ‘true colours’, but not absolutely. I’m a very ‘unorthodox’ guy, especially when it comes to spirituality and religion. Thus, I have been somewhat playing to the ‘majority’ in regards to my Islamic posts, not rocking the boat and all that good stuff. I predict that I will feel comfortable in my new space in about a month. My posts will begin to have my ’stamp’ of personality on it, and they will be much more random.