What About The Name, Jittery Goat?
Let’s start out by saying I am not the Jittery Goat. That is the name of the site. I don’t even like goats. And Kenton Lewis is the pseudonym of Byron Lehman; the name taken from two frontiersmen I was fascinated with as a boy, Simon Kenton and Meriwether Lewis.
After six months of trying various formats which included having my own domain name (another name), I decided it would be better if I went to a blogging format and use WordPress.
I did a bit a research. Most people said WordPress was a good format and it is free.
Most of my writing is early in the morning. I awaken anytime between 4:30 AM and 5:30 AM. The coffee is prepared from the night before and all I have to do is turn it on. It takes about ten minutes to brew.
Coffee is by my side as I write. I like it strong and black.
As I thought about a name one morning; I sipped, and wrote, sipped and thought, I sipped some more. At last I had the coffee shakes. I wondered about that Bedouin goat herder centuries ago who observed his goat eating a strange little berry. Legend says he jumped about. Well when ever any human sees something like that he thinks, ’That’s for me. How can I get that kind of high?’
Well after a few attempts it was brewed and thus today we have Starbucks.
That was it! I had to name my blog in memory of that goat. There were about fourteen variations of ‘something’ – goat from jumping goat to dancing goat. I sent the list to my son and he said Jittery Goat sounds more like literary.
That’s it. That’s how and why I named my blog the Jittery Goat.
Who I Am and How I Got Here?
I’m from the generation that stared at test patterns on the TV, first plastered the a transistor radio to their ear, served in an unwanted and unpopular war, saw a President assassinated, one resign, one that should have, saw men step on the moon, and people blow-up in the sky trying to go to space. I have lived though IMAX, Iphones, Ipads, and now living through I forgot, I don’t know, and I don’t care. I find myself most comfortable with people who are skeptical and cynical, but not to the degree of being downright negative or depressing. In other words they see or want to see the silver lining, but they are constantly aware of the dark cloud and are certain of its potential.
What is read early influences one throughout life. The first book that I read that deeply impressed me (8th grade) was To Kill a Mockingbird. Atticus Finch was a man born of principle. He did the right thing because to him it was the only thing to do. The book Billy Budd followed. It left me thinking for weeks. The outcry of Billy Budd prior to his hanging impressed upon me the need to always be forgiving. “God bless you Captain Vere!” was Billy Budd’s cry to the captain responsible for his execution just before hung. Of course, Melville likely borrowed it from Jesus’ execution, “Forgive them, for they know not what they do.”
In my early twenties I became more interested in the Bible, not as literature or a collection of lessons taught by narratives, but as God’s inspired message to man. It has been the Bible that gives redemption and forgiveness context, reason, and form for the Billy Budd-like declaration. We do it because God forgives. It is good and healthy for us emotionally, physically, and spiritually.
Life is an unending chain of events of wrongs to us and as we have likewise done to others. Forgiveness is the only thing that makes sense. It gives depth and background for the Finch-like character I read about. Animals don’t retaliate for harm done to them, because they forget. Humans remember. Forgiveness is what prevents retaliation. It seems it is a quality that is unique in creation to humans.
Redemption seems, in some ways, an underlying thread in my writing. If not outright expressed it is often the reflex that pushes the key that forms the word that makes the story.
The desire to make things right when we offend is universal as is the need to extend forgiveness. It comes natural. We can’t live without it or the hope it produces.