Pastiche

Personal blogging can become a collection of essays, articles and journal entries where lines become blurred; a confused mixture also known as pastiche.  Pastiche is the word of the day and appropriate to how I’m feeling about my blogging.  The good news is that with the winter almost over and the pain gone from my injury the little grey cells are clearing up and beginning to percolate again with interest outside of body and home.

The first two months of 2014 have certainly been interesting from a political perspective with tensions continuing to grow in Europe over the crisis in Crimea.  At home expense scandals continue, bullying of the common man continues so let’s just call home status quo.  Celebrities rise and fall whether in the Olympic arena or at the Oscars.  For the rest of us mortals, it is humdrum routine even as we have battled a winter of particular fierceness of almost global proportions.  We can only hope that spring is “just around the corner”.  As the economy makes another shift even those in Alberta now feel rattled and threatened.  Only the 1% feel cushioned in their cocoon of wealth while they continue to deny what is real to the rest of the world.

So yes, this muddled brain is a veritable pastiche; old, new, original, borrowed and utterly confused thoughts scramble about for attention and all to what purpose?  In the hopes that something might ring a bell for someone else, that perhaps someone wiser or more energetic can pick up the torch and make the world a better place.

And yet even as a write, even as I think and ponder, I recognize this in myself, I am happy.  And isn’t that nice?