Since eadillon-dot-com isn’t my first blog, this isn’t really my first blog post, and I’m going to hit the ground running.
I sometimes think that if I had my way, I would spend all of my waking hours communicating somehow. This is not to say that I want to constantly be in the presence of other people. Undeniably, I am a social person, and my well being depends on my interactions with people. This is why I usually go to write in coffee shops instead of by myself in my one bedroom apartment (that and mochas. Oh, I have such a weakness for mochas!). I thrive on connecting with others, but that doesn’t mean I want them to be in my face nonstop with their noise and their needs and their otherness.
No, even I need a break from human interaction.
That’s the thing about communication, though- it comes in so many forms. For every in person interaction (The coffeeshop manager just offered me a chocolate animal cracker. Heck yes!), there is an internet-based interaction (I am instant messaging with an old friend in Michigan.). There are hard-copy text communications (I just wrote my grandmother a thank you note on the cutest stationery.) and long distance voice-based communications (I also promised Grandma that I’d be calling soon.). These are all very obvious, here and now, exchanges of information with very real people that I know.
Communication is deeper than that, though. It’s connections with people, yes, but, it’s transmission of information and ideas and it’s creative expression. When I decompress from my day by writing in my journal, it’s communication with myself (and maybe with descendents who will find it in the distant future). When I read Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, it’s the communication of JK Rowling’s imagination out into the world. When I sing, it’s the communication of my imagination and sense of beauty.
When I sit in silence and wonder, it’s communication with my God. When I cry or plead or exclaim with joy, it is prayer. This is the communication I hope to value the most, and it’s what should root me to all of the other communication that fills my life. I am striving to cultivate this interaction, this crying out and this listening, so as to better guide my struggles in the dark.
This is the perspective from which I approach this blog, and really, all of my writing and social media presence. I love the ins and outs of communication. I am thrilled to explore the different and creative ways to communicate through the Internet and through art. I love watching Internet and art intersect. My favorite, though, is watching people find each other in new ways. I am especially pleased when I get to be one of those people.
So welcome to my site, and welcome to my life. Thanks for stopping by. I hope you’ll stay a while.