I feel dull, boring and witless this morning.
No one wants to read about the Holy Heart.
Why did I even do this seventy-five day commitment to get closer to spirit?
Nothing to say, nothing to say, nothing to say.
Nothing to say that others want to read about.
Boring, dull, witless.
Now I am sitting quietly with the inner one who thinks she is boring, dull, witless.
Hello, human.
Here you are.
You are what’s here, I will not push you away. C’mon, sit on my lap for awhile.
Breathe into your distress. Let’s breathe together.
Do you have a name, oh you little one?
I’m just boring, boring, boring. I want to write something fun and lively and interesting but it’s too hard trying to do this day in and day out. I’m tired from trying to be entertaining.
Ahhh, yes, I hear you. That must be exhausting. That you think you must be entertaining.
May I hold you? (Image of a little one cuddling against chest.)
Does this feel better?
Yes.
(Higher self notices that this inner little one thinks she is writing these blog posts all by herself. Thinks she is a separate self operating without the Holy. Thinks she is the pilot steering the plane. Thinks she is all alone and getting it wrong.)
We sit together for awhile, me and this inner little one who thinks she’s boring. I rock her a little bit in the hallowed halls of imagination.
Feeling better?
Yes.
Are you OK with this blog post?
Yes.
Does it feel boring?
No–it feels TRUE. It feels REAL. It feels ALIVE. Not boring AT ALL!! This feels fun and exciting!! This feels GOOD! I LIKE this blog post!
It’s what’s happening now, isn’t it?
Ready to go play into our Thursday?
Ready Eddy! Thanks!
Love you, sweet one. Don’t be afraid to come to me next time you’re feeling boring. ❤
Day 61 of a seventy-five day journey to connect more deeply with God, Spirit, Holy, Love…to explore “What the Heart Knows” during the waning days of 2020.
Your blog is very thoughtful and I enjoy reading your written work! Bobz
Bobz, you are making “dull, boring and witless” feel very good this morning! (And me too, thank you so much.)
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Thanks for the sweet hearts, DiosRaw-Amber.
You are most welcome!
Isn’t that just perfect! I have a twin of her at my house 🙂 she enjoyed reading this SO much _
And the photo – Grandma truly loves holding the little one, as you held yours
too
Aww, Leelah–I knew you would totally get this. And am glad your little one liked this. It can feel so good holding them close and even rocking them. 🙂
What a perfect pic! I could feel the warmth of holding a baby close to heart. I am reminded of my mom holding my son. Infact it was just the day before yesterday that I wrote a short story which begins with a grandma holding her grandchild .( you can read the story in my blog that has the link to the submission I made in Reedsy)
The union with the self, the conflicts and then resolving the conflicts and shortcoming…what an elevated thought! Highly spiritual! Thanks Kathy.
Story teller, I am glad this resonated with you. To soothe the babies within and without can help resolve so many conflicts. It was fun to write this morning, and so unexpected that this proved to be today’s post! Will check out your story.
Aww. Sweetness ❤
Nothing is boring if you look closely enough.
Isn’t that true, Larissa? It just sometimes takes awhile to calm things down enough to look deeper. ❤
It is amazing how we can loose our center, yet we do it every other day or more.
Yet the question lies within you, or me, any of us human who are seeking a spiritual way of being.
Nothing wrong with questioning our thinking and behavior other than to check in with ourselves to see which way we maybe going…
Just because someone or not enough people read about Holy, and I thought just that with the responses I saw yesterday with that blog. But why do we do anything? First we do it for ourselves. To question and give direction to our path and/or purpose.
We need Spirit/Holy, close to us right now even more so than usual, do we not?
Your blogs on Holy have a sense of humor while being true to Holy as it shows up each day, as you show up each day.
I could go on and on, (I will not. As my mind or spirit says get your own blog! Stop chattering on Kathy’s!) Ha ha!
Jeff, you are so right about why we do things–for ourselves first, for the Holy. To be true to the Holy impulses moving through us. So often it’s interesting (and sometimes challenging) to see what inner ones come forth to fuss and to be loved afterward. The last few days readership has been down on the blog–but looking at it from a larger perspective consider all the people starting to get ready for Christmas. This is the busiest time of the year. It’s only some of us who have the luxury of time and leisure. I’m not sure Spirit cares two hoots about who’s reading and who’s not…except for nudging those of us toward a post if it’s in our best interest to read. (And no problem about chattering! I don’t mind at all. *smile*)
Kathy,
Ha! All is well than! Yes way too much time and leisure, and silence makes me a chatty person when some one is willing to listen. LOL
I am glad to be your friend and listen!
My 8th grade catechism teacher used to say, it’s an insult to God to say you are bored, or something is boring. I think if you feel that there is nothing to say or do, then be still and listen. Bravo, Kathy! Your post was neither boring nor uninspired. Just a different facet of the Holy. XOXO
Ahhh, be still and listen. Your wise 8th grade catechism teacher. I find it utterly fascinating that the Holy has a thousand ways to express itself. Even boredom can be interesting! How’s that for a paradox? *grin*
I love this. ❤
Thank you so much, dear Robin. ❤
Oh my gosh, you think you’re boring?! I think you’re proving you’re human, having all those human emotions and exploring them too. As for writing every day for 75 days – ahh, I would have run into boring much more quickly than you think you have, because boring you are not.
I am smiling, Carol. Don’t most of us humans have a part of ourselves that think we’re boring? And I have to write about emotions if I’m writing about spirituality because it seems that it’s unexplored human emotions that end up sinking our spiritual ship. Or seeming to sink the ship anyway. Thanks for reassuring my bored side.
Love this; love you! Thank you for the honesty and vulnerability and holy guidance on how to nurture our little ones when they’re feeling dispirited. If that didn’t speak to all of us, I don’t know what would. Blessings, dear friend.
Susan, it was really scaring for a few minutes when the typing fingers started sharing this! And then I saw what you saw–that this would speak to many of us. That for me to deny this part would be a disservice, and that’s where the holy juice was this morning. Much love!
“Oh tidings of comfort and joy/Comfort and joy/Oh tidings of comfort and joy”
May we all find ways to respond to the little ones within who need comforting. I love the touching picture of your mother and her grandson. It was only two years ago I was doing the same thing with mine…
OK, Barbara, this was so serendipitous! While you were writing this comment I was listening to “Oh tidings of comfort and joy”. My mouth dropped open when your comment came in!! (P.S. I hope you will soon be holding your grandbabies close and loving them to pieces in person.)
I 💙 serendipity! I was listening to it, too. 🙂
It is always so fascinating and cool when this starts happening between those of us on the same “spiritual wavelength”. Love it!
Wow! What a beautiful example of self-care. I loved this 💗
SunshineMoon, I love that you loved this! ❤
When I first started blogging, my plan was to post 3 days a week. Ha. That was hard enough to come up with material, let alone every day. I say you’re doing a find job. The Holy’s got your back. 😉
That was supposed to say a FINE job. 🤦♀️
It’s been enjoyable AND challenging, Lori. Not sure if non-bloggers realize how hard it can be, but I know you do. But, like you say, the Holy seems to have my back…so far. There’s still thirteen days to go! Thank you.
I have a hard time making 1-2 posts a month. I can’t imagine being on an everyday posting schedule!
You do so get it. It’s been grueling. AND it’s been wonderful. It always amazes me how two opposites can be true.