Everything seems so much deeper these days.
Thoughts connect on a more intrinsic, creative level.
The connections of the world – of us – make excruciating sense so often.
I cry a lot. When these moments hit.
It’s very freeing.
The sudden powerful realization of blogs and sharing over these ethereal waves … it’s making me cry right now. So I write.
How often do you read a blog, or a website, or a comment and judge the person behind those words? How often do you read something and think, “Well, what a terrible thing to say. What a completely stupid way to look at things?”
I do it sometimes. Admittedly. I wish I didn’t.
But, today, I’m reading these things – these things I’d normally disagree with wholeheartedly – and I see the depth in all of this.
We often take technology for granted and forget what a gift it can be. How much easier it is to bare one’s soul on the internet, where there no “eye contact”. And we can always delete or not read comments. This gives us a freedom we didn’t have, even 20 years ago.
I think of the people in less-forgiving locations who now have the opportunity to speak out, and it’s humbling. And what do I do? Read about quilts.
I try to spend an equal amount of time looking at relevant, geo-political, environmental (and on and on and on) blogs and news, but I’m not sure I accomplish that.
Every single blog you read is intimate. Every word that someone puts out there was created in their mind. THE MIND.
Can you imagine how delicate that is? How impenetrable that usually is? What kind of permission people give to let you view that part of themselves? The most mysterious, most vulnerable part?
Agree or disagree, lies or truth, stupid or genius. All of that doesn’t matter.
Today, be grateful for the words you read and be ultra conscious of just how intimate it is when you read them. And then thank the writer, and yourself, the reader, for the opportunity to make that connection. And the opportunity to choose your reactions to what you’ve read.
Now I must go put some mind clothes on for a bit and go to work. I’m feeling rather naked.
