There we were. Our stage lit up. Our eyes blackened, mouths drawn in the shape of a distorted smile, giant red noses, oversized coats, huge feet. We fought for attention.
And, we got it.
We were the clowns in Slava’s Snow Show.
It all began with a noose hanging around his neck, which he only feigned to tighten. He was the single clown who wore a bright-yellow jumpsuit making him look like he had the body of a frumpy muppet.
As he glanced to his right, another clown walked onto the stage dragging his own noose around his neck.
When they saw each other, the performance began.
Isn’t that me? And, you?
On the verge….
Then we connect and lose ourselves in a quiet dance.
I watched the foolishness, the silly adventures, the dramas, and finally understood who I am, who we all are in the blogging world. For the last few months, I’ve pondered my blog. What’s the purpose of it really?
Am I inspiring you to be brave, smart, and bold? How can I do this better, differently? Why don’t you stop by more often? Why don’t you like me more? What would other bloggers want to read? What would anyone want to read? And, why?
So, I wrote a bit, but mostly I read your blogs, hoping to gain insight into what you want, to find a secret trick to gaining your interest. I wanted to draw you in and connect with you. But, I still didn’t “get” it.
Then, there I was last night, watching Slava’s Snow Show and everything emerged in a wild clown drama on a paper snow-filled stage.
We blog to write to read to love to remember to show to dazzle to cry to rage to surrender to melt to rebound to bounce.
We are clowns so sad, awkward, funny, ridiculous, and proud.
We conjure up a makeshift ship in the middle of a stage and one of us pretends to be a shark while the others sail on. We step into the imaginary ocean and reveal each other for who we really are: clowns.
We sweep up our messes only to get our hand caught in a spider web that suddenly sticks to all of our fingertips scattering to an obscure audience that pulls it apart and tosses it to the floor.
We need intermission to rest.
Then we regenerate and find that someone shot arrows through our heart. We struggle and find it was our best friend, again. We hurt each other.
We freak out. A crazy clown sitting next to a tilted table, we scream then fall. Everything goes black.
Then one of us is knitting and rocking in a chair in the corner. Madness.
We pack our bags and travel.
And, we weather storm after storm.
All with big fat smiles painted on our faces.
We are foolish.
And, we are so magnificent.
Written By Lisa Chesser
17 thoughts on “We are All Clowns.”
Very cute post! How true you have said it. Thanks for visiting and following my blog. Out of the billions out there, I’m always honored when a stranger wanders in off the cyberstreet and sits down to read for a spell. Let me offer you a cup of coffee or a glass of lemonade, and thank you for dropping by. I’ll be following your blog as well. Congratulations on being Freshly Pressed! Awesome honor! 🙂
Thank you for coming on back by here. I hope you read some more of the posts and enjoy future ones. I’ll be stopping by yours often.
Thanks! I’m sure we will both find some great things to read! 🙂
Lovely. Enjoyed the carnival. So, friendly.
I hope you liked it. I’ve been trying to understand our role in the web of life and offer some inspiration to bloggers.
Great post. Especially fitting since my family knows me for quoting “What? What am I a clown for your amusement?” from Good Fellas. 🙂
Ha! So funny and true. I’m going to use that if you don’t mind. Happy you enjoyed the read. I tried to give you an idea of how I felt about it because it all just clicked when I saw the show.
How apropos, we are all I think just as you described.
And, I’m accepting it with grace and a giant smile painted on my face.
How wonderful that you are giving visibility to clowns and magnificence™!
I’ve always found clowns somewhat frightening. Perhaps that’s why I discovered myself in them that night.
lovely post. I’m looking forward to being inspired more! Glad to connect!
I love this! I was just speaking about this to a friend the other day…”the blogger’s struggle.”
I never would have imagined it would be such a difficult and time consuming task.
I love it when you wrote that we are trying to dazzle, to rebounce and to bounce. I get it. But, how do we make our audience get it? Should we work together and find away…
It all made so much sense when I saw the show. I’d been trying to scramble around and show off when it really just came down to showing and quietly waiting, reading, then writing again. The only magic to it is connecting in our own strange way. Just like right here and now.
Thanks for that.