begin at the beginning

The concept of “the beginning” can be subjective and depend on the context. In some cases, the beginning may refer to the very start or origin of something, while in other cases, it could signify a starting point within a specific timeframe or narrative. The perception of the beginning can vary based on individual perspectives and the nature of what is being discussed. It’s important to consider the context and purpose when determining what constitutes the beginning in a particular situation.

Discussions with OpenAI: Is the beginning always the beginning?

What is the beginning? The start of an era, a moment, a breath? I began my life in 1978, though the total beginnings that have occurred since are immeasurable.

I begin this iteration of words to text in a liminal moment. I am standing in a downpour of emotions and transitions, and decisions. My palms face up towards the torrent, and I feel the thrumming vibrations, the pounding, driving drops echoing all around.

There is beauty in this storm somewhere. I see it sometimes. The brightness of my green garden against the gray sky. The spotted belly of my cat, whose front paws curl in slumber and back feet look like pinball flippers. The sleep-sigh of my youngest child. The warmth of my oldest’s hand as it clutches mine. A fresh cup of coffee at dawn in my favorite mug.

I’m unsure how to begin this other than to share a few tidbits – objects of memory if you will – as a ribbon cutting for this random long-format set of rambles. One of the children I work with loves lists, and I’m stealing the title they use. Hat tip to that kid. They’re awesome.

Information about the person writing this blog:

1. Working with children is one of my greatest joys.
2. Learning how to really listen to children – to attune and connect, to help them feel understood, seen, and heard – was and still is a deeply personal journey that has changed my life.
3. This blog won’t be about those children but will touch upon the innerness that has drawn me to the work.
4. Reading makes me happier than happy.
5. Modern art makes me even happier.
6. I love running. I’ve taken a year’s hiatus due to a lot of not-so-great stuff. The not-so-great is still present, but I’m lacing up my sneakers again because endorphins.
7. Rescue animals are the best.
8. I live in the suburbs, but my heart will always be in Brooklyn.
9. I once collected cat whiskers from people all over the world.