Booshink doesn’t mean anything: it’s just a word that may have meant something once but that now is just - a word. Booshink, therefore, isn’t “about” anything. The closest About I can come up with is that Booshink is about trying to find it’s About.
Booshink is a registered domain, though, and a web site, so Booshink the web site should be about something, shouldn’t it? I’m guessing that Booshink, if it could talk and if asked, would probably say that anything slightly off-beat, out-of-touch, curious, or interesting is the domain of this domain. We will have to wait and see.
As for me, I am just a seeker, a sojourner, an observer, a “stranger in a strange land (credits to Robert A. Heinlein).” I have many interests and a few meager talents. Maybe they will reveal themselves here over time. For now I will just try to fill this blog with posts.
It is possible and quite likely that no one will ever visit this site or read these words: I know that going into this thing. I have no audience but whatever ghosts or demons may be looking over my shoulder and maybe a dog or cat or two. But I will write, audience or no, if for no other reason than to try to find my true voice.
I wrote in my journal about two years ago that I had much to say and good enough reason to say it but couldn’t: I couldn’t find the voice and was afraid of the words. I’m still afraid of the words and not sure of the voice but it’s time to say it out.
I can write of birth, death, deceit, disappointment, forgotten dreams, broken promises, and broken hearts. I know of all these things. But I know bright stuff, too: humor and love and surprise and faith and unexpected joy and revelation.
For now I will just write.
I will write until I can describe a dream.
