Wednesday, April 21, 2010
These past ten days or so have been curiously quiet in that regard. Again, I haven't worried overly much. Friends online have begun to email with concerned questions of, "Is your RSS feed messed up? I'm not getting your blog posts. What do you mean, you haven't been writing?? You always write!" That's a composite comment of many. If nothing else, it was a pleasant thing to know that people who follow my blog do look forward to reading my newest work. This didn't do anything, however, to spark that next line of thought that would create a blog post.
So, I have remained open and receptive, but somewhat detached. There are simply times when we all feel the need to retreat. It is not that there are not words or topics to be written - there are many. I just haven't felt that sense of rightness that I normally do with blogging, so, although I have been writing, I haven't posted anything. Tonight, I spent time thinking about this. It suddenly occurred to me that I have been engaging in what I would call an active state of meditation.
'Active', in that I have been living the process outwardly, rather than only mentally and emotionally. I have been writing, quite a lot, yet none of the drafts of posts have resonated as being just the right note for being published on my blog. So, I have written thoughts in snippets, lines of text to come back to or delete, some fully realized posts that will eventually be posted. The sudden epiphany that just hit me is that this is the same process we experience with traditional meditation.
I have been physically processing a great deal of information and experiencing the effects this information, these contacts and these thoughts are all having on my body and immediate surroundings. I have been discarding some long held behaviors and activities that no longer serve me, while giving deeper thought to some I wouldn't have even contemplated mere weeks earlier.
Stackable Energy and breathe deeply as I navigate my way along, casting the occasional assessing gaze upwards at that tower of blocks of energy.
Generally when this physical type of meditation takes hold, I do tend to retreat a bit. Sometimes I will become mildly or aggressively ill, depending on the nature of the shifting and meditative energy that I am facing. Indeed, this past weekend, I came down with an indeterminate stomach bug that further pulled me back from the world. I have found that this is part of the whole process and seems to be the physical body's way of cleansing old energy, clearing the way for fresh, new energy to flood forward.
I have somewhat of an idea and understanding of what is coming towards me. There are days it feels just right and other days it feels like my shoes are on the wrong feet. This is when the physical act of outward, active, unorthodox meditation becomes necessary. I am navigating my way through it all, swimming with and against the currents at various moments. In a few days, or a few weeks, I will step back into my regular routine, slightly different than it used to be, but better for the changes.
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Fast forward to a recent networking event that was being held at a downtown Knoxville location and we were afforded the opportunity to drive to this event together. It was during the last few weeks of the truly vicious winter the whole country was dealing with and I have a bad habit of not using a proper winter coat when I really should. When we left the event late that evening, of course it was dark and the temperature had dropped considerably. As is common in most downtown areas, the higher buildings create a wind tunnel effect that whips the cold air into a rapier sharp weapon that steals your breath and stiffens your legs to the point that you can barely bend your knees as you hurry along.
Me being my southern belle type of self, rather than swearing as viciously as the merciless wind deserved, I was breathlessly uttering my own litany and version of profanity. "Oh my word above!" "Holy conniptions!" "Sweet merciful petunias!" My girlfriend was laughing breathlessly at the novel form of swearing, informing me what an absolute rebel I was. We continued to hurry along, leaving the Square behind, but unfortunately we stepped into an even more brutal wind tunnel effect as we got close to the parking garage.
Life is a series of cycles. Beginnings and endings. Lessons learned, lessons begun anew. Experiences achieved, and new dreams explored. Personally, being in constant pursuit of that next hilltop, that next new vista, that next achievement is what drives me. It is a personal joy of mine to constantly be growing and changing, learning, discovering and evolving. The beauty of this process is that "almost there" is the irresistible lure that beckons me forward.
That hopeful stage of becoming is constantly changing, adapting and adjusting when necessary, and most importantly, continually inspiring each of us to reach for more. Simply....more. That human desire to expand our minds, and more importantly, our hearts and our Spirit. Journeying forward, sometimes together, other times apart, connecting again at seemingly random moments that are actually an intricate orchestration. Experiencing. Becoming. On the verge. Almost there!
Friday, April 2, 2010
Because I choose to wait for inspiration to spark my writing, I honestly never know what the next blog article will be. For me, that's part of the enjoyment of being a writer. I usually have a variety of topics flitting around the edges of my consciousness, and I wait patiently for them to either sharpen and grab my attention or I continue to let them circulate on the periphery of my mind.
My last blog post, Cosmic Symphony, was my own ruminations on how we connect via social media in a very elemental, curiously intimate manner. I am pleased to be able to say that that blog article was very well received. The most recent Comment posted was written by a lovely lady named Judy J., whom I have never met face to face. I have no idea how she was led to discover Healing Morning blog, but find me she did.
Caregiver to Hubby, describing day to day life as the caretaker to a brain injured family member. I urge all of you to visit her blog and follow her writing. I am just now working through her archives and am still learning about her journey. Somehow, she found my blog and it gave her a moment of peace and solace.
As a writer, I cannot express how important it is to hear that I have touched another person in this manner with my work. I have been told that on an in person basis, I exude a calming, peaceful energy. This is one of the reasons that I chose the name of Healing Morning for my blog. We each have a specific energy, a writing style and personality that projects itself through our writing. This is our voice. When I am writing, I honestly am not focusing on making sure that my voice comes through; I just write. The only way that I know that I am succeeding in my goal is when people leave comments and their thoughts. Judy J. gave me such a moment with her words the other day.
I learned many years ago that this is actually not an issue to wrestle with. Writing is the goal, plain and simple. It matters not that each person reading a given article interprets the overall theme exactly as I mean it to be understood. Indeed, I recognize that there may be many moments that someone comes away with a completely different, diametrically opposite perception of my words. For me, what matters more is if they were touched in a positive way. And apparently I am achieving that singular goal.
It is a curious thing to know that you can and do make a difference with the basic need to express yourself with words on paper or computer screen. In a spiritual manner, you have touched thought, touched Soul with another. It is a musical exchange, don't you think? Harmonies melding as one reads the written thoughts of another and that first one is lifted up, heart gladdened or lightened in some small fashion.
In a world where feeling disenfranchised and isolated is encroaching at an alarming rate, it is no small wonder that we find unexpected consolation and moments of community via the internet. Judy J. may be surprised to learn that her comment on my Cosmic Symphony blog post lifted me up equally. We all need that encouragement as we fight the daily fight on this Earth School, navigating our way through the morass of experiences.
I believe that when you read my writing, my thoughts and energy are woven into the words and they leave a permanent mark on your heart. Whether you embrace my thoughts or reject them out of hand, you will still be changed by reading the words here. I find that to be such a powerful thought that it is what draws me back, irresistibly, to my virtual pen via the computer keyboard, to tap away and fill the screen with my thoughts. I bare my very soul in the process and am more vulnerable than many would think as a result.
Judy J., thank you for your comment on my blog page. I hope you read this and know that you, also, make a beautiful mark in the world with your Spirit and your writing. Well met, my newfound friend, well met!