I dare ya!

Skull oil lamp

How do we keep our blogs burning? I spend a lot of time on the blogging world because I read every post of every blog I follow and there are quite a few. Something I have noticed though is that many I am drawn to started within a few months of when I started. Do we have the same level of freshness/enthusiasm/naiveté? Are we on this journey together and how fast do each of us travel? Some have exponential growth in followers, and some none at all. One has only written two posts but I wait with baited breath for the third. Others have years of archives I long to explore.

The other thing I noticed is that some people appear to have stopped writing their blog. I follow a few diet type blogs because my other blog is helping me lose a little weight. What happened to those people who stopped? The last post of one implies that he has fallen off the wagon and started to eat unhealthily again. What are the consequences of stopping a questioning, feel-good type blog like I hope this one is? Could it be that I have become depressed and have nothing in my oil lamp to keep it burning? Would you continue to follow after a year if I didn’t post?

Perhaps I am drawn to the kind of blogs where the humble writers don’t have all the answers and are seeking them, or maybe that describes all of mankind, in some way or another. I have a passing interest in non soul searching blogs such as how to be a blogger and the latest trends and photography. I satisfy my curiosity for the new on Pinterest more now also. But there is no connection there except where the blogger posts comments on my posts and I feel I know them and care about them as people. The information only blogs only attract my attention sporadically. This is why it’s called social media I expect!

So back to you, my wonderful blogging friends. What does your oil consist of? How are you today? How does your mood affect whether you blog or not? Do you take the time to keep putting oil in the lamp, however you enrich your soul, enough to dare to blog? For it is a dare, really, a great act of courage to say anything at all and hit publish. I have looked back at some of my past posts and think ‘what rubbish!’ but the point is the confidence with which we write, not what we actually say. The confidence to hope that one other soul (or our own soul) gets some benefit from it. I applaud every post I have written, rubbish or otherwise and all of yours! You did it!  The lights are on!

Light bulb lamp

Just some random thoughts from a scrambled egg mind. I didn’t think I’d blog today….


Beautiful people do not just happen

The most beautiful people

This is one of my beliefs, borne since becoming a blogger (which actually means reading others’ blogs more than writing my own). I am most drawn to and in awe of the people with ‘an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life’ or the will to understand it. You are beautiful.

So this little post is for the other bloggers out there with enough to say (or photograph) and the need to say or show it that they grabbed the confidence to share with the world.

I think the only difference between artists and others who would not call themselves creative is that artists take time to slow down, examine the world, find enough space between their ego and their inner self to let go and put themselves (their work) on the line (heehee online). We are not on a driven path (not anymore anyway) to somewhere but more in the present, observing. We are explorers in a way, pushing boundaries as soon as we see them.

Bloggers = writers = artists using words (or photographs) instead of paint.  Artists have a reputation for being unstable, depressed, doing their ‘best work’ when down etc etc. Think Van Gogh, musicians etc. If we were permanently ‘depressed’ we wouldn’t be getting out of bed long enough to blog. We have beautiful highs also. If depression is a distant memory it still shapes us and if it hangs around threatening to rear its ugly head it makes us appreciate the good times even more. Win win if you look at it the right way.

Anyway I digress. Thanks to the beautiful people out there taking unpaid time to write and share. Thank you for your gifts; they are much appreciated.


Baby kiss

The Ugly Ducking has Landed

Take time to smell the roses – Unknown author

OK I am completely cheating here. I think that’s the quote and I don’t know who by but I had to use it as it is shouting at me today. I am reminded by lovely Coastal Mom, Diane  whom I just ‘met’ yesterday (and is connecting online not exactly the same thing – it touches your soul and you know you would jump for joy to meet in person) to smell the roses. I am walking through this garden not to get to the other side but to enjoy it all!

Today to smell the roses for me means to really appreciate the massive benefit I have received from blogging. It only really started nearly 3 weeks ago that people started reading anything I wrote. I got likes and comments. Woo hoo! Though I know I could be like a virgin blogger falling in love with that first ‘high’ and that it will likely settle, I don’t care. These highs are glorious moments in my life and I will hug them to me and remember them always. Who doesn’t remember falling in love? Fall in love with everything, everyone and every situation you can! In a way I already did crash as I began to question the motives of other bloggers which is the same as questioning my own motives for blogging. (All criticism is self criticism – see my post). Stats became all too important for a few days. But they are just a number! Then I remembered why being the authentic me in writing is so important to my soul, and I loved it even when anonymous, and I bounced back.

Now I am continually reminded by the beautiful people who come out of the woodwork, what the roses smell like! You smell fragrant, sweet, heady and intoxicating, peeps!

Today I see it with total clarity. At risk of looking naïve and cheesy and Pollyanna, I want to shout my joy and gratitude right here at my kitchen table before work!

I started blogging (my 40 minute morning blurt before work, unedited) as a great way to achieve more in my day than work, look after two of my kids and my house, read and sleep. I was troubled inside. Something was missing. I wanted inner peace and had no clue where to find it! Well I finally found it and not by having a million views or likes or making money. The success is in being creative, authentic and finding connection and support. Success is lifting my already rosy view of humanity to new heights and feeling warm and fuzzy. I take that with me and it colours my day.It’s inside me now.

Anyway I digress. I could spend every morning reading other blog posts that speak to me, replying to comments and further connecting with gorgeous people instead of writing but it’s a balance. The increased energy I have means I whiz through the mundane after work to get to you people, thank goodness. You rock. Thank you world, thank you internet, thank you weblog inventor and thank you lovely people for taking the time to connect with others and for being swans. The ugly ducking has landed.