Becoming lost in story

Harry Croghan - Contributing Columnist

Many ideas float around in one’s head. Sometimes we latch on to one and pull it down into our conscious thoughts. There we play with it and manipulate it until it takes on a usable form whether it be in words, music or art.

I constantly reach up to latch hold of what I refer to as story. But here story has a wider definition than just words. Story may be the revelation of feeling released through art or music and oftentimes in poetic forms. Story is the path from abstraction into a form of physical reality or expression. It is the manifestation of that reality. What was basically formless now has form and actual presence.

I often think of the world being covered by an ever moving fog of ideas, ones that were, ones that are, and those that will be. All are there. It’s just a matter of being able to access these ideas, these feelings and the presence of the spirits flowing in them.

Sometimes I am afraid of this fog and sometimes I embrace it. I believe that this cloud or fog hold the thoughts of all that existed on this planet. This cloud or fog exists all around us and also inside us. Some extraordinary minds stay tapped into it continuously. Some, like me, tap into it on occasion. Psychologically and physically I don’t think I could handle a continuous experience. As I get older, I can see my limitations more clearly and being continuously tapped in would, for me, be an unhealthy experience and even shorten my life.

I am grateful for the experiences but I have no real desire for more of them. I need quiet, shutdown times. It helps me revitalize my life forces. To use an older, overused phrase, it gives me time to recharge my batteries. My body is a conduit of many energies. They flow through me and out into the world again. If they were to stop inside me, the outer wire protective sheathing would burn off and I would become a crispy critter. This is what I believe happens to some who are killed by internal combustion. It doesn’t happen often but it definitely does happen. Most of us die from the lack of energy to sustain our life forces. In these cases, the body quietly shuts down part by part.

This and these processes are actually who we are, and in a way, the story of our being. Did I exclude God from all this? No. He set this plan and procedure in place. We are just discovering parts of it. The total truth and understanding of it, I don’t think we — I — could handle it. I will take part of this truth and move with it, then I will lay it aside and grab on to another part and use and possibly abuse it as I have with so many other segments of true understanding.

So this is in part my story of who and what I am. At least as it has been revealed to me at this point of my total existence.

Harry Croghan

Contributing Columnist

Harry Croghan is an artist, photographer, writer and teacher. He can be reached at 740-852-4906 or by e-mail at

Harry Croghan is an artist, photographer, writer and teacher. He can be reached at 740-852-4906 or by e-mail at