The Pink Elephant
There’s a pink elephant in the room — or maybe more accurately, lurking in the shadows of this blog. And the funny thing is, it seems to be wearing an apron and carrying a set of tools. That’s right: I can’t help but notice how many masons seem to be reading what I write here.
I didn’t go looking for this pattern. It just sort of… emerged. A comment with a familiar turn of phrase, a message that hinted at symbols, a cluster of readers clearly comfortable with metaphor and ritual. After a while, it became impossible to ignore: this space has attracted more than a few of you, and that realization feels both surprising and oddly fitting.
How I Noticed the Elephant
It started with little things. A few posts I wrote about symbols or architecture drew more engagement than I expected. Then came the emails: polite, thoughtful, with a certain tone I couldn’t quite place at first. Eventually, the pattern clicked, and I realized, “Oh. I think I’ve got masons in the audience.”
Now, I don’t say this to “out” anyone or to reduce people to labels. Quite the opposite. What fascinates me is how this blog, born from my own curiosities and reflections, resonates with a group I never set out to attract.
Why It Matters to Me
On one level, it doesn’t matter at all. I’d keep writing even if every mason packed up tomorrow. But on another level, it does. It means that what I’m putting into the world connects with people who carry their own deep traditions, symbols, and ways of seeing. That’s a compliment I don’t take lightly.
It also challenges me to think about my content differently. If my words speak to people who value layers of meaning, then maybe I should lean further into that. Not in a pandering way, but in a way that honors the depth of conversation you’ve brought here.
Talking About It Without Trampling It
So here I am, pointing at the pink elephant with a grin. I’m not naming names or making assumptions — I respect the privacy of everyone who drops by. But I also don’t want to pretend I haven’t noticed. It feels right to acknowledge it, lightly, playfully, without making it heavy.
I’ve learned that curiosity is a better tool than certainty. So instead of declaring who you all are, I’d rather ask: what brings you here? What do you see in these words that keeps you coming back?
The Pink Elephant Stays
To me, the “pink elephant” isn’t something awkward to hide. It’s a whimsical way of saying: I see you, and I’m glad you’re here. I love that this blog has become a meeting ground where different paths cross. Whether you’re a mason, a seeker, a skeptic, or just someone who stumbled in for the metaphors, you’re part of this community now.
So yes, there’s a pink elephant over there eating cookies. I’m not trying to chase it out. I invite it in.
I never intended my writing to impact so many of you, but you are welcome here whatever your walk of life.