OK, it’s time for another blogging blog. You know, the kind of blog where you blog about blogging. (We do this when blogging becomes more important in our lives than, say, thinking about doing dishes.)
There is SO much to blog about blogging! One could blog from now until death-day and never adequately cover the extensive possibilities.
I always advise—quit thinking, and follow what your heart has to say about blogging.
Of course, like all Life advice, this is harder to DO than to type.
Therefore, I listen to all my thoughts and sometimes get confused, just like 99% of the rest of the confused planet.
We all search for that *absolute* *sure* *knowing* voice of our heart to guide us through our days. However, the noisy thoughts often intrude with their opinions. And thoughts have 1,000, 005,348 opinions—and that’s only in a single day!
What is the voice of our heart, you ask?
The voice of our heart is the sure silent knowing what we’re supposed to do next. It’s a feeling. Not usually a noisy emotion; usually a still sureness that seems to simply know what’s right. Sometimes our life work is cultivating how to listen, how to truly hear, what the heart is attempting to communicate beneath the noisy partying crew of thoughts.
Back to blogging. (You knew I’d curve back to blogging, didn’t you?)
For more than five years my heart knew—just knew—that one of the most important parts of blogging involved inviting worldwide bloggers into my virtual living room and listening to their comments and sharing back. We’d have marathon comment sessions. I talked and you talked and then sometimes I talked again and then you added your final six cents. It was a blast! Blogging comment marathons can be super fun, especially if you have a deep true desire to connect with the Universe.
Sometimes there would be over 100 comments on my blogs (half of ’em by yours truly) just chattin’ our lips about this and that, the small ordinary everyday mixed in with the deeply meaningful.
Repeating: It was a blast.
But then one day the Heart said, “No more. Not now. Enough.” And it spoke in a loud enough way that I heard beneath all the thoughts proclaiming yes/no/yes/no/maybe/yes!
So I quit responding to comments on blogs in a public way. (Except for sometimes when the Heart reversed its decision, which it’s prone to do without a moment’s notice, maybe even after writing a blog about the opposite, crazy heart!) It hurt some feelings. Some people missed the living room atmosphere. A couple of people ceased reading because they didn’t feel acknowledged anymore.
But, do you know what, dear reader? The heart always knows what to do next. I would have QUIT blogging otherwise. Right now it feels so golden, so lovely, so wonderful, so beautiful just to share, share, share and not feel obligated—yes, that dreaded word, obligated—to reply. (When one reaches a place of grudging obligation we’re usually not listening to our heart, are we?)
I feel free again!
Phew. Thank you, Heart.
So often I feel what another person is feeling–and want to be and please the other person–but this creates only suffering. The world is too large to be and please anyone except our deepest self. Amen, amen, have you got that lesson yet, Kathy?
What is also interesting is that sometimes the heart reads and comment and whispers, “Hey, email this person right now.”
So I do.
Email responses to comments when the heart nudges.
It’s working great.
I’m happy, the heart is happy, hopefully you’re happy…
Now how do you apply this advice to your life? (Because you must never assume these blogs are solely about the blogger. Blogs are always about you, too. If you don’t look into your own life and discover where you’re agreeing or disagreeing—and learn from it—you’re missing a wonderful part of blogging discovery. )
Here’s the moral of this blogging fairy tale: Your heart knows what you must do next. Try to listen beneath the noisy thoughts. Feel the way you must go next, no matter what Person A, B and X says. The Universe is trying to live THROUGH us, in a most unique and individual way.
Let’s keep listening, shall we? Appreciating all of you so much…