It has been about two weeks since I took the leap to move my blog to WordPress, and it has been almost a year since I started blogging (at the request of my students). I never feel that what I say is all that important. Over the history of recorded thought, much of what has been spoken and written is repeated in different words in the voice of the times. It took me some time to discern whether or not I belonged on social media and WordPress. Looking at all the beautiful work that people around the world produce minute by minute, I have to say it was a bit intimidating. I was not sure what I would be walking into… such a vast, diverse space.
Since I was a child, writing has been a form of spiritual practice that I kept to myself. It is a part of a pilgrimage through the world. I wander through life, notice things, ruminate over them in my heart, and write in a way that attempts to connect the inner and the outer world. It is the work of the mind, heart, and hands connected as much as possible to a deeper source. I can only hope that some of what I say will resonate and brings a bit of consolation and peace. My aim was to open the door to a small, peaceful space where people could come in order to leave the cares of the world behind temporarily. A place to remember who you truly are…an image of truth, beauty, and goodness.
When I published my first post, instead of me opening a small door, the world threw open the doors and the windows. Instead of finding myself in a vast impersonal space, I looked around at a gorgeous room that was gilded with photographs, pieces of art and architecture, and words that sparkled. Among the loveliest things, I was being welcomed by creative people of like-mind from all over the world.
I want to take a moment to thank all of you who followed and liked my posts, and my students and colleagues who continuously teach me about hope. I did not simply find a place to live. I found pilgrims on the journey forward and inward.
With the deepest heartfelt gratitude, thank you.
“All real living is meeting.” -Martin Buber