Blogging is for the Crows

Blog. Blogging. What a phonetically unsatisfying word. I really enjoy the idea of having a public journal/article corner, but does the label of it have to sound like an onomatopoeia for vomiting?  I understand it's a combination of web and log, it just sounds like I am spitting something up when I say it...Oh well, I guess in a way I am spitting something up when I post to this...eh...blog. So I suppose in way it is appropriate.

This will be one of the many times I have started a journal. Online or otherwise. I get all excited about the possibilities of reaching people, sharing and other idealistic drivel. It gets updated regularly for awhile, then it just becomes a rant when things are not going so well, leading any readers to the conclusion that I am either dysfunctional, emo, or generally in need of a perpetual hug. This isn't an accurate representation of my thoughts and life. This attempt, that I hope will be successful and a significant part of my life,I vow to make more of an effort to share all seasons of my life.

So why the title "Eating Crow since 1976" ? Well, for a few reasons. It is a symbol that combines my role, as I have recognized it, amongst my community and my penchant for both having to eat my words and eliciting suspicion. The symbol that comes to mind when I think of my contributions to my world is a crow on a signpost at a fork on a path in the woods.  Usually when I am sought out, or at least found, by people, they are away from their comfort zones, at a significant lesson or crossroads in life.  I, in some fashion, mentor the soul on there path and sometimes seem to initiate them into the mysteries of the unknown aspects of their character.  When people get back from the woods, into the towns and havens they are accustomed, the crow at the crossroads is forgotten at best and demonized at worst.  Also, I have an affinity for owls. An owl is who and what I relate to more symbolically as far as my perception of my character is concerned. Owl's and crows fight. A group of crows is called a murder, and they gang up on owl's during the day. Owl's at night eat crows. Also eating crow is a saying for someone who has to eat their own words. So I am an owl who has to eat my own words and regularly the crows that gang up on me. Heh. Long explanation.

So here is my introduction to this journal. I hope we both learn something from each other, whoever you are.