Desperately Wandering in Kuwait

Just as I would call in and visit a friend in my everyday life, so it is in the blog world. Today I visited the Desperately Wandering site in Kuwait and read the two voices who write there.

I'll copy and paste misguided's post here because I love it and will want to refer back to it over time. It's titled How to Blog By Rainer Maria Rilke

Ask yourself in the most silent hour of your night: must I write?

Dig into yourself for a deep answer. And if this answer rings out in assent, if you meet this solemn question with a strong, simple “I must,” then build your life in accordance with this necessity; your whole life, even into its humblest and most indifferent hour, must become a sign and witness to this impulse.

Then, as if no one had ever tried before, try to say what you see and feel and love and lose…

.. Write about what your everyday life offers you; describe your sorrows and desires, the thoughts that pass through your mind and your belief in some kind of beauty - describe all these with heartfelt, silent, humble sincerity and, when you express yourself, use the Things around you, the images from your dreams, and the objects that you remember. If your everyday life seems poor, don’t blame it; blame yourself; admit to yourself that you are not enough of a poet to call forth its riches; because for the creator there is not poverty and no poor, indifferent place.”-Rainer Maria Rilke, Paris, February 17, 1903

Misguided is a constant pleasure to read as he moves easily from technology to literature and back again, with everything else in between.

And then there is Ms Baker ... and today she wrote about Dates, offering her reality of this exotic fruit that I've only ever seen dried and in plastic. I loved the way she painted her world ...'Little butterflies can sometimes be found floating amongst the tiny white Jasmine flowers in blissful bloom, perfuming the evening air with their heady scent wafting in on the cool breeze gracing our garden as we sit and drink our saffron tinged tea while watching the sun set.'