As a Blogger, you generally love to read and write. A part of the craft is to continually learn and challenge yourself to become a better author. In doing so, one often subscribes and follows numerous blogs within the community.
I have been fortunate enough to start on this path with a lot of help and guidance from my friends, and peers. I have enrolled in free online workshops and found some that I think are worth saving up to participate in. Through one of these challenges, I launched a free Guest Blogging invitation to the world.
While I haven’t been overwhelmed by people looking to share in this opportunity with me, a few people have approached me, and today I have the pleasure of sharing a story that another blogger wrote. I do think as we are reading each other’s words and having online conversations about each other’s work, that we are well on the way to becoming friends.
I am a member of several different writing and blogging groups and communities online. I am loving the support that I get from each one, and how they are all unique in their own ways. I met my next Guest Blog Writer in one of these groups.
Syl DiNada was interested in Guest Blogging when I put out the invitation. We started chatting, and Syl was more interested in sharing than hosting. As it is an open invitation, I decided that I would see what came out of our discussions, and reading my new friend’s blog.
Let me tell you, the artwork that is prominently featured in Syl DiNada’s Blog is phenomenal. I can visit just to look at the pictures. Truly inspirational and magnificent. Well worth checking out. The writing, well, we definitely have different outlooks on life, and that is absolutely wonderful. I love reading different things, and Syl puts a lot of thought behind the artwork, and consequently the writing for the blog. I rather enjoy the visits, you should take a peek, and find something to read there.
Here is the Guest Blog share from Syl DiNada.
Wednesday, 25 January 2017
Sharing the Self
Z: “Syl, I like your avatar but seriously, what do you look like? Why are you standing behind a mask and yet trying to convey true words?”
Y: “Z, I would just like to say we live in a world where we sometimes put too much importance on how others look. An Avatar can be a way of allowing a much larger audience to pay attention and really hear what is being said.
Personally, not for myself, as I honestly don’t care how someone looks, but I
care what is in their heart and how they convey that.”
Syl: Yes, Y has it pretty much. Although I really do make the majority of my
posts with just me in mind.
But really, at the time I signed up for FaceBook I did not own any pictures of
myself. I don’t use a phone either and had no digital camera. I just don’t
have much interest in personal pics, never have. (Yes, I know it’s hard to
believe in this day and age, but some of us have never taken a selfie.) So I
used this avatar pic of mine. And ofc…”There is More…”
Pictures of faces have a very particular effect on cognition. They instantly
convey an impression of someone. Pictures of faces are limited in what they
can convey, particularly when someone is outside of the typical cognition
pattern. I feel pretty confident that I am very much Not what a picture of my
face looks like.
I mean you will see a fairly regular face. But I think I can say without any ego
that I am not very regular at all. Not better or worse, just quite different. This
is something I know for sure from an objective standpoint.
So any picture I put up of me will actually be *Inaccurate.* It won’t, and can’t, tell the whole story. Lol, I struggle to tell my story when I make an effort to do so.
For instance, a friend whom I chat with regularly, asked and made some specific comments about how it all started for me. And well, they completely
miss-assumed how it all began. So I had to explain. Lol, a few hundred thousand words, or half a dozen books later, I am still not done telling that story.
Haha, nothing for me is simple anymore, and that was just a straight-up
chronological story, telling about my early days as a philosopher, as a boy.
(Yes, I was a philosopher as a boy.) So really, I can’t put up a picture, it
would be a falsehood.
And besides, I am not sure why folks assume some other profile pic means hiding, That avatar pic actually says a lot, but that is a whole other post by
itself. I would say my posts reveal more about me than most pages I have
I am sharing my very essence. That is about as intimate as one can go. To
share what one’s favorite colour and food is, means nothing at all really. In
order to truly know someone, we need to know what matters to them, what
is important, what resonates with their Inner Being, with their Core.
It is knowing what they *Aspire* to. Not even ambitions really tell us about
someone, those are typically relatively superficial, and often artificial. But
what someone’s Heart and Soul truly *Aspires* to, that is *them.* Knowing
someone, one could say, is getting to know their Soul and Heart, not their
temporary and arbitrary likes and dislikes. We have to go past the surface
superficialities to really get to know someone.
Besides, I don’t feel what I Share for the most part “belongs” to me.
Concepts, thoughts, ideas, Perspectives and all the More I Share, belong to
everyone. In this way I feel I am Sharing what is Us. I truly make every effort
to live in Attunement to everything around me, to everyone and everything in
my life. I try with everything I have to live in Attunement with the World and
the Universe. Perhaps I need a picture of a community, a large community,
that would be more accurate. <3 <3
And well, there is another reason also… I am way too handsome to post my
picture. I would get err….unwanted attention if I did. 😀 😀 😀
However, in amongst all the art in my posts, somewhere, there is a picture that does resemble me. <3
Thanks for letting me share your story from January, Syl DiNada. I look forward to reading more of your writing, and further conversations. If you are reading this and want to get in touch with me for Guest Blogging opportunities, here is the invitation.