It was actually quite beautiful
around 6:30 in the morning, taking snow-covered trash bins out to the trailer
which overlooks a multitude of evergreens
bathed in the ruby and sapphire light
of early morning,
the sparkling sun just visible
between their snowy bows.
I’m doing this thing where I’m posting my non-poetry that sort of writes itself in a matter of seconds. As I said to my uncle (one of my only readers), I’m learning to be okay with pieces that don’t feel particularly profound, or polished, or dramatic.
My wish for you is an unexpected moment of beauty.
How lucky we are to be literate! Alive on paper! Free to scrawl, scribble, ink, jot, scratch, type! Writing is freedom. Literacy is liberty. To invent, to let the mind wander, to explore the last human freedom. Does your blood flow in ink? Does your heart beat in keystrokes? Does your speech only barely do justice to the sprawling wonderland behind your eyes? Write on, fellow writer. Write on.
Found this short piece among some writing from a couple years ago. I thought it might resonate with other writers. It’s great to be part of an online community of people who understand how lucky we are to be able to write and freely post our thoughts online. Let’s do what we can to promote literacy worldwide, access to knowledge, and freedom on the internet. I recently donated to Wikipedia, though I know there’s more I can do. I need to research what we can do in the face of a no longer neutral internet.
What do you think about literacy, freedom of information, and the freedom to blog? Thoughts on ways to actively support these values?