Giving written Voice to the dreaming that is my life is now fraught with frustrating challenges. The existence of this website is causing me to deal with computerized e-world challengiong me in ways I've not before experienced. This business of blogging is most perplexing to me.
Heretofore, journaling has been a private activity. Now it is a very public occurrence. I like the challenge of finding journal words that are real, yet at the same time accurate and well-crafted enough that I have no compunction about others' eyes reading them. I like this challenge, but it makes each act of journaling more serious than before.
A change bought about by blogging that does feel like a loss is the keyboard virtuality of this blog replacing the pen and paper physicality of my bound journal book. Accessing memory and knowledge that reside in my bones, muscles and skin is easy when writing by hand. It does not happen the same way when using the computer.
A loss that I keenly feel is employing of my left hand when paper journaling. The decision to learn to write with my naturally dominant hand a few years ago was a profound moment for me. Each time I push pen across paper with my sinister hand in recording my life, it is an act of healing, an act of reclaiming an aspect of myself that was wrenched away from me in childhood. Typing on a keyboard feels like an abandonment of this healing process. At this time, it feels like the price for blogging is my sinisterness. I'm hopeful that I will resolve this issue to the satisfaction of both my Leftwardness and Virtuality, but right now the solution is not apparent to me.
How will Dreamfulness advise me?