I was honored this weekend to be considered for Brandewulf’s latest deep dive, where he scrolls back to the beginning of a blog, reads the entire body of work, and comments on what he’s found. His astute observations were welcome, and his praise was humbling. If you’ve been with me a bit, you know there’s quite a few entries – 152, counting this – and some of them quite verbose.
I encourage you to return the favor and click his link. You’ll find a beautifully-crafted site with what can best be described as some of the most alluring and poignant poetry on the web. You’ll also find one of the biggest music fans on the planet, with a look at some of the greatest lyrics ever produced, and a weekly (or more) breakdown of songs by the immortal rock band, Rush.
I learned many things about myself during Brandewulf’s deep dive, and quite a bit about him. We have, in many ways, led analogous lives. He is a high-level optimist, like me. We are both middle-aged men, who married our significant others in the same month of the same year. We’re animal lovers. We have unconventional political and religious views. We are both unapologetic geeks, and we were the gaming masters of our RPG groups growing up. We’ve lost friends, too young. We love football. We even quit smoking at the same time, more than ten years ago. The more he read the more he found similarities in habits, hobbies, and personality traits, prompting one response to begin with: “Are you me from a parallel universe?!”
His musings on my musings were the highlight of my weekend. It’s good to find a friend; even greater to find a kindred spirit.
But not everything about us is the same. He doesn’t drink beer, for one thing. He’s shut off the political commentary, that filters in, for now. I don’t blame him for that. The current state of American politics is untenable. He has been through a catastrophe that I can’t even imagine. He lost virtually everything in Katrina.
We grow through the connections we make. As humans, we grow. We learn about ourselves through the eyes of another in the same way that we learn about them. If we allow it, they can change us, turn us into better people. I hope to take the lessons Brandewulf taught me, this weekend, and become a better Tom.
In the days and weeks to come, I will explore the evolution of the Wulf. It will take me longer; my focus on any one thing, for any great length of time, is not as refined as his. I’ll break it down into the categories he has provided, starting right to left, with Rants, Thoughts, Musings, and then Poems. I will listen to a lot of Rush.
I’ll surely let you know what I find, but I think you should learn for yourself. Give yourself a treat this week, and go enjoy the liquid writings of Brandewijn Words.