Last year, on Dec. 24, I published my first blog. While blogging has been popular for more than a decade, it was new to me. I rarely read blogs, didn’t know the rules (still don’t) and had no particular vision when I started.
I created my blog initially to support my book, Tao Flashes. I wanted to write about themes related to authenticity, peace, flow, grace, beauty and integrity.Early on, I discovered there is a flow to blogging. Sometimes the blogs write themselves, sometimes they get stuck in the creative drain pipe and need a little encouragement. I’ve found when they’re really stuck and don’t want to move, it’s best not to disturb them until the words are ready to flow. For this blog, the words arrive on their own schedule.
In my year of doing this I have flowed/fumbled along, bumping into scores of creative women with big voices. I know few of these people personally. But I read their posts and comments, and somehow, I feel I know them intimately.
I know Sharon is a big reader. I know Chloe went to Haiti. I know Cathy is a tireless advocate for people with MS. I know Connie has a crazy-fun mom. I know Sheryl is a Libra. I know Amy likes those colored clog shoes. I know Lisa adores her young son. And Laura Lee tells it like it is. I also know the class clowns and Chanel lovers.
I know their hopes, hobbies, fears and passions. I know the names of their kids. And their best recipes.
I’ve found kinship with a virtual family of midlifers and others who are seeking to express themselves creatively. Generation Fabulous, Midlife Boulevard, Mothering in the Middle, Best of Boomer blogs and others have introduced me to new people and concerns, and in the process, have allowed me to strengthen my voice.
They’ve also reinforced my belief that we are all connected, tangled in a web of hope and love and fear and joy that transcends borders and ZIP codes. We’re all on the same journey…we just take different routes. Most importantly, our experiences are universal and our support for one another is as solid as any rock formation.
I’m grateful to my blogging friends and to my readers. I write my blogs to give voice to that which is me….but even better than me. I pray I bring joy and inspiration and insights of value to you on this journey.
So, in honor of where it all started last year, on Dec. 24, 2012, I am sharing my first blog below. Except for the year, most everything still rings true. And since I had maybe three followers at the time I wrote this, I’m thinking most of you have never seen it. Blessings.
Finding Peace in the Crawl Space
As we close out 2012, it is easy to focus on the last few weeks or months of hysteria. From the end of the world predictions, to fiscal cliffs and mass slayings of innocents, many of us want to slam the door shut on the chaos that was 2012.
To say it was a difficult year for many, is like saying that Christmas comes in December. Which is to point out the glaring truth, truth that is unarguable, truth that meets you at the front and back door of your residence.
So, how is one to remain peaceful in these less than peaceful times? How do we keep calm in these times when everything feels accelerated, our tempers, our fears, our reactions to things outside of us?
My answer is to find that little crawl space within, the place where I can hole up and find comfort in the safety of spirit.
I’d like to think that I could reason and ration my way out of darkness, but the truth is for me, it never works. If you are feeling helpless, frustrated, unsure of your next step during these times of change, be it from outside forces, or from internal changes, consider this:
Pray. Pray to God, to Buddha, to Source, to whatever divinity or higher source you believe in. But pray. Pray for strength, not for petitions. Pray for love, for understanding, for grace. Not stuff.
Meditate. There are a thousand ways to meditate. It doesn’t matter if you light a candle, or sit, or kneel, or close your eyes. Repeat an affirmation, or not, but breathe slowly and just empty your mind of chatter for a few minutes daily.
Read inspirational work. Distract your mind from things that do not serve you by filling it with beautiful thoughts, words, poetry. The spirit needs to be nourished with beauty less it grows dark from lack of light.
Spend time in nature and with loved ones. The Tao teaches how we are all connected, and this feels like truth to me. Plant your feet on the earth and feel the divine all around you, in the grass, the wind, the fragrance of a flower. We are all part of this divine beauty and we must recognize its power and potential.