Yesterday, I had the deep desire to write, all day. As I puttered and did chores around our home, I thought of various topics I could write about. I talked on the phone to a friend for hours about writing. Yet, when I sat at my computer last night, I felt like I wasn’t feeling immediately inspired with a topic. After having just said that day, that I don’t ever force myself to write when I am not feeling something to write on, I felt stuck and not really guided in any one direction.
Then, another friend advised me to write/blog about how I decide what to blog about.
So, here I am. What actually guides me to write what I write on here, every day? Where do those ideas come from? How do I decide?
When I first decided to blog, which is now almost two years ago, I did so because a friend of mine at a website I often visited was blogging, and talked about enjoying it. He would write about topics that he felt passionate about, and others would read and comment. It sounded like a good way to record my thoughts, and to connect with others. I liked it, and set up my blog. I wasn’t sure in the beginning what I would write on, and it seemed to be a journal, of sorts. I have kept journals most of my adult life, so this seemed like a natural transition to me, except that there was the potential for literally the whole world to read my thoughts. Even with that, I visited and contributed to the blog once every few weeks. I even kind of forgot about it for awhile.
Then, a year ago, I was on my blog, and started getting visits from a friend in South Africa. She encouraged my writing, felt inspired by my words, and challenged me to write every day, to really tap into what was really the inspiration. For one week, she said, write, about anything that you feel compelled to write about.
That opened the gates to what is now my wealth of ideas and inspiration. What I write about is genuinely a journey, a weekly, daily, moment by moment journey of my heart and soul. I stay quiet and calm in my thoughts, and usually write about what ever comes to me as important, or a lesson for the day, or an idea that seems to be prevalent for me. I carry a small notebook with me in my purse that is handy for when the ideas come at times that I cannot write but can reflect on later. Once the idea is occurring to me, it does not develop fully until I am at the keyboard and creating. I let my fingers do the creating as I go along, letting my thoughts flow freely and words to come.
When I try to force that process, and write without an idea in mind, I often feel stuck and stifled, for the flow seems to be damned up. There are few days that I notice this, but when it does occur, I listen. It may mean that I need to spend more time in the real world with my family, or that I need to rest my body, or focus my attention elsewhere in worthwhile ways. It is always a message that I heed.
Last night, long before I had to get up, after having felt blocked earlier with what to write about, I awoke and had an idea of what comes to mind when I think on what inspires my writing and blogging. A labyrinth. Until yesterday, I thought that a maze and a labyrinth were the same thing. Not so. Walking a labyrinth is an ancient spiritual practice, a way of connecting our journey with the sacred journey. It is different than a maze, which has various dead ends and confusing paths intentionally, in that it has but one path, which leads to the center.
My blogging is simply a reflection on my journey to self, journey to my soul, my center. I am walking my spiritual labyrinth, and bringing all of those that read me along for the journey. I don’t always know where the labyrinth will take me, but I always trust and know that the ultimate destination is to full realization of self, and that is a comfort, joy, and total peace.
Thank you all for reading…….