Tag Archives: every day life

The Majesty Is Us

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If I could go through my days
allowing myself to be surprised
by the countless ways the sacred
manifests in the mundane
I would live a life of wonder.
Why should I wait to be awestruck
by the majesty of the world?
It is in the mountains
and in a loaf of bread,
in the oceans
and in the kitchen sink,
in the forests
and in the recycling bin.
The majesty is everywhere around us
because the majesty is us.

Now is Now

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We don’t need to live
in a spiritual community
with saffron robes, shaved heads,
collective meditations,
and special bells to remind us
that now is now.
Right here, in this life,
in this moment
right here
there are plenty of mindfulness bells.
Listen.
It’s the car horn honking its way
through rush hour traffic.
It’s the hum of your refrigerator
after you’ve reached in
and grabbed your cold drink.
It’s the voice of the cashier
in the lane next to yours
whose shift is nearly done
who can’t wait to get home,
just like all of us
who can’t wait to get home.
Just listen.
Mindfulness bells everywhere,
reminding you that
now is now.

A Few Thoughts About Successful Blogging

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When I was in the hazy stage between sleeping and waking this morning, I somehow managed to grab my phone and start reading emails; don’t ask me why I felt a need to do that first thing in the morning.  I came across an email announcing Bloglovin’s award winners for best travel blog, best fashion blog and such, and intrigued, I clicked on a link to view the blog of the woman designated as “blogger of the year.”  As I scrolled through her posts, I began to get the hunch that she is a model, and someone is following her around the world taking damn good pictures of her.  Then I read the “about” page.  Twenty years old.  Working with the highest of the high-end brands, a native of Switzerland, setting the standard for high quality modeling, traveling with her partner all around the world,  started her blog three years ago in a hotel room, never knew it would turn into this project, so grateful for the community that has sprung up around her blog…

Of course being nearly twice her age, a part of me started to feel a bit anxious, a bit envious, a bit disheartened as I viewed her gorgeous pictures with perfect lighting, hair, clothes, makeup.  I’m pretty sure that none of what I was feeling came from rational thinking.  We live in an ageist culture, so of course I’m going to feel unconsciously insecure around someone who is young, beautiful, and paid A LOT of money for being photographed alongside extremely expensive pens, watches, perfumes, clothing–someone who has the freedom to travel the entire globe doing any number of things that will probably never be accessible to me, and who seems to attract followers based on her “dreamy and luxuriant lifestyle” as it was described in her blog.

The realist in me was all, “Come on.  Whatever.  You have your life, she has hers.  You didn’t start your blog to win any awards, or to have millions of followers around the globe.  Try to celebrate her success without thinking that it detracts from your success in any way.”

And then I really got to thinking about our values as a world culture, how the people who have the most followers on social media like Instagram and Twitter are those who have the most visibility because of their celebrity status…pro sports players, pop stars, royalty in exotic countries, actors and actresses, and of course fashion models.  Are people following them precisely because they can share with the rest of the world a lifestyle that will never be accessible to most, giving their followers a glimpse into their every day lives, which are so dreamy in comparison to the every day of the majority of the population?  An invitation to fantasize, to believe that these “normal people” have some kind of real connection to the celebrities…

And I wondered how many people out there have what I consider to be blogs of infinitely deep substance, where they are exploring their inner landscape, viewing their lives through the lens of inquiry…and I wondered how many of these blogs I would never have the fortune to find because they are kept by those normal people out there who pass unnoticed on the street…

So I ask now, what is success when it comes to blogging?  The answer will be different for each person.  If I were to gauge my blog’s success by the number of followers, and then compare my blog to the one maintained by the “blogger of the year” I would certainly feel like a failure, because I have comparatively very few followers, like a fraction of a fraction of a percent of her followers.  Fortunately, the number of followers isn’t the true measure of success for me.

When I remind myself of my initial goal for this project, I can say from my deep center that this blog is a success.  All I wanted to do is write something every day, and I have.  I also wanted to explore and free up some of my latent creative energy, and I feel in my bones that this has, indeed, happened.  To have people actually read my words is a gift every time it happens.  Each time a person likes one of my posts, I feel like I’ve been given a hug.  And each time someone comments on one of my posts, I feel like I’ve won some kind of amazing prize.

Just out of curiosity, do you also get caught up periodically in thoughts about success and failure when it comes to blogging?  I’m thinking I’m not alone–being caught up in such dualistic thinking is a human tendency after all.  I welcome any thoughts you have on the subject–I’m very interested to hear your insights, your experiences.

Success must be defined by the individual, otherwise it is just an idea, or a burden, or a reason to feel resentful. I just wanted to take a moment to thank each and every one of you who has contributed to my experience of blogging thus far, whether it be through your comments or likes or simply the time it took for you to read my words.  I’m so happy to be able to say that my blog is a success, and incredibly grateful to share this success with you!  Thank you for being a part of my life experience, friends.