Writing My Way Through

Writing a blog, one can get stuck in a rut. Trying to hold true to an original intention for the blog, I encountered a block. While I loved what I was writing and sharing, was it making a difference for myself and others? Was their an evolutionary track to it? Perhaps, I’ve gone as far as I need to in that direction.

I paused the blog to grieve three intimate losses, to reencounter myself and rekindle a relationship with what has been a lifelong theme. That theme is the theme of woman/mother in a society that disrespects woman. As a girl with a mother who was virtually voiceless and invisible, I was impacted strongly. In her invisibility and silence, her effect upon me has been profound. How, then, did I find my voice? How did I allow myself to dare to go from invisibility to being seen?

As I write this, I ask myself “Do I want to share something this personal referencing my ongoing lifelong journey towards finding my voice, healing and wholeness?” I haven’t arrived there and I don’t necessarily feel secure or that I’m in a place of grounded strength and complete self-awareness. If I haven’t arrived, then how credible can I be? While I took a break from writing this blog to process grief, I realize that the period of healing, grieving, reclaiming and replenishing is ongoing.

In these times, each one of us has something that we are working on in the inner landscape of our individual lives. We are, each one of us, a microcosm with its own center and on our own evolutionary track. We do this, side-by-side, unaware of what our neighbor’s or our brother’s or our sister’s inner self is working on. If recognizing this helps me to access compassion, then I’ve come a long way.

We live in what has been termed “unprecedented times.” The challenges are great for us as individuals and as a society. There are a few people in my immediate circle with whom I reflect and share deeply. I admire those who can hold a positive attitude…although sometimes I wonder what channel they are tuned into as I don’t have the same consistent optimism. I do have hope, but I also am a witness to my own turmoil and the world condition. What is my small part in this great whole?

As I was walking in the late afternoon, it occurred to me that I could harvest writing from my journals, essays and non-fiction short stories to present the themes that explore a woman’s evolution from invisible and voiceless to “it is safe to be visible and to have a voice.” But there is something that I’m looking for in my own life and journey–what is the transformational piece? I don’t only want to present a problem…I want to consider “What is a possible way to transform what was or has been?”

I offer that question to you, the reader of this blog. Surveying your life, are you able to name a transformational piece? Certainly, there can be more than one.

Enjoy your day.

Greetings

Dear Readers of My Blog:

Thank you for following my blog for the past six months!  When I started writing this blog, I had no idea the shape it would take or how long I’d continue writing it.  Where does “subject matter” come from?  Also, I do appreciate your likes and comments or discussion as they show me that I’m not talking to myself.

In this season of gathering, I’d like to take a moment to contemplate peace within myself, in my family, community and the world that we share with everyone else.

Brooke Medicine Eagle, author of Buffalo Woman Comes Singing, holds a vision of a time when ‘all my relations‘ are honored.  This vision includes what we consider inanimate objects such as trees and rocks.  And it includes what is termed ‘the four leggeds‘–animals; and insects also.  Her vision includes the earth itself.

Buckminster Fuller, an American author, architect, systems theorist, designer, and inventor, re-popularized the term “Spaceship Earth”.  This world view expresses concern over the earth’s limited resources; it encourages everyone across the world to act as a cohesive crew working for the greater good.

So in this season (and beyond), may I consider that which connects me to others over that which separates us.  And may I remember to practice living from that connection. It truly is one interconnected planet.

Peace to all of you.earth

Christine