STIMULATION
Anyone who happens to have been following my posts has noticed during the last couple of months the large gaps at times between posts. This is partly because of the tiring process of moving from my house of 35 years in Swannanoa to the Capitola Mill apartment in Marshall. I was often too tired to write.
But even more it is because I didn’t have anything new to write about. There were stimulating times in Marshall but often there was just drudgery, packing and carrying things up the long flight of stairs. Who wants to write day after day about drudgery. Everyday was the same with little that was stimulating.
I am writing this in Germany after a very stimulating trip in which every day promises to be stimulating. This, or course, is a major reason for traveling, at least for me. If I can be a month in Germany or Paris or Greece or Colombia or Mexico where every day is stimulating, why would I stay in Marshall and spend my days sorting and moving, or doing nothing at all?
The reason I write daily posts is not so much to share with others, although I realize that sharing our individual experience with others is basic to our human nature. We chatter endlessly, we can’t keep our mouths shut. Restaurants are so loud with chatter that we can barely hear each other. Civilization is a cooperative endeavor that comes about through endless sharing of perspectives, we are programmed through our DNA to talk constantly.
But the main reason that I write posts, explain my idiosyncratic, my ordinary passage, with others, is because I am explaining my passage to myself. Writing is my way of sorting things out and in sharing with others I am forced to be somewhat clear and intelligible. But really, the most important thing is talking to myself, which for some basic human drive I like to share with other people, but really don’t care much if anyone listens or not.
But it certainly clear to me, even after being on this trip for only two days that there won’t be huge gaps between posts. I have too much that is stimulating that will provoke me into chattering away, to myself but overheard by others, day after day.
BILLYBABA’S WANDERING 