I seem to be an explorer. Mountains, broadly defined, physical and metaphorical, attract me. That seems to be because climbing gives a better view and makes new mountains visible. From them I see new things and get new perspectives on what I saw before. I rarely climb all the way to the top because there’s usually a point where most of what I’m going to see is clear enough. It feels a better use of time and effort to head for something new. That’s my excuse, at any rate, for moving on.
This blog is a journal of my travels, all in the present tense because that’s when experience occurs. We notice only some of what we see and only some of what we feel. What catches our eye, so to say, either comforts us by reminding us of something familiar or is momentarily startling. I write about what startled me because writing is the best way I know to clarify understanding.
We learn nothing if we don’t reflect on what we saw and felt. When we do, we begin to recognize inconsistencies between what really happened and how we lazily interpreted it at the time. Trying to capture in writing what really happened helps us see what we must have missed, which motivates us to notice more in future, open up, grow more aware. It motivates me, anyway.
I’m publishing these logs because it makes me try that much harder to be clear. To that extent it’s selfish, but I hope it’s also entertaining and thought-provoking.
What I learn comes mostly from being with people. Somebody says something: I never heard that before, I never noticed that, I never saw things in that way. That’s why many log entries start with something someone said. Others are provoked by data I saw presented in a chart with striking clarity.
I hope you’ll add comments on your own experiences.