About a week ago this idea arose like a cartoon lightbulb above this head. It said, “How about dedicating the waning days of 2020 to connect deeper with Heart, Spirit, God? How about offering words, feelings, typing fingers to what longs to be expressed beyond the political fights, the pandemic, the worries of this cracked eggshell of a year? How about blogging about it daily?”
It felt like such a calling, like the voice of the Heart truly wanted this. Please do it. Do it if you please. Sing a song for something larger than the human mind and ego. So much of the world vibrates with fear right now–will you? Will you truly?
So I dove into the swimming pool of this seventy-five day commitment and am dog-paddling through the days learning what this is all about. Have gone from excitement to fear to sleepless nights as blog posts dance in half-awake dreams and the inner storyteller dictates story after story. The storyteller is thrilled to be telling daily stories. The free-wheeling wild child side isn’t rebelling about the commitment too much–yet.
Today dawns Day seven. Hello, Day seven. Hello, Holy Heart. Hello, God. Hello, Great Spirit shining in and through and around everything the eye can see, the ear hear, the nose smell, the taste buds taste, the fingers feel.
Hello, dear reader. A loved one–whose name cannot be mentioned because he or she is still in the doghouse–said, “You’re going to do what? You’ll lose all your readers if you write a spiritual blog every day.”
This particular loved one reads my blog and enjoys photos of Lake Superior, the woods, and life here in the Upper Peninsula. This person can’t imagine anyone groovin’ on the Holy, on Spirit. Certainly can not imagine anyone reading about this voluntarily. A practical sort who prefers to focus on what can be seen with human eyes.
It’s OK and there’s really no doghouse jail. But this person is humorously not going to live it down for awhile. (It is totally fine with me if people have religious, spiritual, agnostic or atheist views. To each his or her own.)
And, surprisingly, I’m not worried about losing readers. Because it’s all about listening deeply for what way the Spirit wants to move through us. Because that’s what makes us happy, doesn’t it? The Heart knows that true happiness blooms by following the small silent inner voice that directs like an all-knowing GPS, “This way. That way. Turn left. Now right. Now circle around them doggies. Giddyup!”
It has been my greatest pleasure to see so many readers interested in connecting spiritually. You guys are the best! Instead of losing a lot of readers–I’m gaining new friends. And more deeply renewing relationships with long-time buddies who seem really interested in this Spirit talk.
Spinning out in gratitude now singing thank you, thank you, thank you–all of you! For all your shining lights, part of the larger whole of the Spirit’s brilliant peaceful joyous light.
Keep following your inner promptings, my friends, keep following what your Heart knows to do next, no matter what others say.