In response to a request from long-time blogger, Miguel Guhlin, I’ve been asked to write something as part of a meme on “how blogging has rocked your world.” If you are interested in contributing your own story, check out the link to the meme on Miguel’s website.
I’ve been blogging since 2004, being encouraged by a good friend who saw my need for creative expression and introduced me to Nancy White, who in turn taught me how to get started. I’ll always be grateful for the nudge. Blogging for me now is what poetry was for me when I was in high school: a place to record and transmute my experiences into words. Along with photography, it’s a creative playground where I explore my hair brained ideas and theories, offer advice, lament some things about my work and world, and celebrate things, too. What I did not imagine when I started is that it also would connect me to such great people. Although we may never have met in person, I feel the kinship of spirit and perspective with any number of folks anywhere in the world. Quite a wonderful thing.
Shortly after I started blogging — I had a Blogspot template back then with a button at the top that would take me to the random “Next Blog” — I came across a woman’s journal to her unborn child. The author, Ellin, and I got into an email conversation and there was such a strong sense of synchronicity about it all, that psychic quality of finding kinship and “I know who you are” with a stranger. Because I couldn’t find it on her blog, I asked her one day where she was located. She replied that she was “at the end of the telephone lines” in a non-Western country on the other side of the world. Something in me “got it” at that moment. This mutual cyberspace was to be cherished as an amazing medium of human connection. A random hit on the blog of a woman writing to her unborn child led to an unforgettable conversation about — you’ll love this — angels. After that, I was totally hooked.
All too soon, Ellin stopped blogging and I lost track of her. (Ellin, if you read this someday, please let me know how you are).
I was changed, I guess, because I suddenly not only knew the world was small, I felt it, viscerally.
As I look back at my posts — there are only a couple hundred of them, not much for almost seven years — I see a lot of stuff that I don’t think is very good; and I also see things of value that I’m proud of. I’ve heard from some that my posts are too dense, and that they must “slow way down” to read what I’ve written. I’ve never liked the rules about bullet lists and punchy sound bites. My page loads are down from what they once were, and sometimes I feel my blog now is like a cabin lost in the mountains. But that is all okay. My blog has been a kind of sanctuary for me, for my own spirit. I put up exactly what I want to and feel grateful to be able to do so.
Along with such beautiful connections with others and listening to so many great voices, a blog is a good place to find and listen to your own voice, too. It’s a telephone, and it’s also a mirror.
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