What is La Mon Ri?
All right. This is the first time I’m choosing to write…for the sake of writing to fill up this space. Yes, space; one of my favorite words, a word I never cease to be intrigued by. Space.
At the conclusion of this page, I will have said something. I’m anxious to know what…I’m anxious to see what becomes of this space. Host to infinite possibilities (yes, I’m being a bit dramatic by saying “infinite,” but am I really?? think about it) that only time will unfold. Because that’s all that separates a lifetime…Time. But within said life, I decide how many stories exist…what themes are told…I’m lost now. My imagination outpaced my literacy abilities. Come back! I hope I haven’t lost you yet. Everyone stalls a manual transmission on the first go.
All I’m trying to say right now is I’m excited, anxious, and (most crucially) determined to fill this space and the rest to come with the best that I can ever give, simply for the love of writing. Simply because I love the effect certain words cause when paired and laced just right. Or when perfect punctuations…and rhythmic undulations pull you in tight. And for a brief moment, you join me here…in this space that I’ve created (see! that’s one hell of a word…or heaven of a phrase?). Only time will tell the theme. And in these spaces I see and feel It, and write It so its story doesn’t go untold.
“It’s difficult to choose a beginning when you don’t know what you want or expect the ending to be” -Hanya Yanagihara.
When I came across this quote while reading The People in the Trees I knew instantly that this would be my blog’s motto. A blog with no known expectations upon its initial and ongoing execution. And why I decided to mention this now is because I have no idea what next to write. I need to live a little to continue.
It’s now been an hour and a half. Settings matter. Here, now in my own silent space, my thoughts belong to me. They’re born of me, no distractions to interfere. Here, I determine the scene. There’s a balance in all things. I need life to happen, I have to participate to act because it’s only after a day’s been lived in full when I can truly appreciate and cultivate the power I have here in this silence setting. Devoting, encouraging, my mind’s mastery to take me where my physical means fall short. For there is that thought, a decisive decision from which something great is born. Sometimes bold and frank, but more often than not it’s minute and evasive. So now, armed with nothing but a hunch of some feeling, the first light in that new space awakens.
La Mon Ri is this space; a home away like the stars. Where meanings may come and go as awe-inspiring as a comet. Or where whole stories inhabit a home, dense in love and as bright as Venus. Welcome to La Mon Ri. I’ve now said what I intended to say.