So it occurred to me the other day to describe what I'm trying to do in Quaker Pagan Reflections as "blogging in a spirit of worship." (I may get around to adding that line to the banner description--Peter says it fits his focus, too.)
I'm feeling a bit inadequate lately for how seldom I post to the blog, but I do think that this is a pretty good explanation for why that is. So often I'll have the seed of a blog entry in me as I leave meeting for worship... but by the time I get to sit down to write it, I've had to deal with an hour or more of unrelated demands on my attention. Then there's my grade book calling me, and the weekend is almost over, so I've got to get all the little last-minute chores done before school starts again on Monday morning. No problem, I think to myself, I'll finish this post up on Monday night. Well, here it is, Tuesday night, almost ten days after I started the last blog entry, and I've _just_ managed to finish it.
The temptation is to post for the sake of posting.
Sometimes, on the other hand, the frustration of unwritten entries is the real problem. It's beautiful and peaceful on my drive into work each morning--I drive past woods and fields and, most days, a stunning sunrise. It's all quite conducive to reflections, and I'll often feel writing bubbling up in me. But by the end of the day, the first time I get another chance to sit down and think thoughts of my own, let alone write, it's so often gone--or the Life has gone out of it, and it would be rote and stale even if I did get to write it down.
I've got at least three different entries knocking around inside my gourd at the moment. It's not that they're miraculous or world-changing, I suppose, but, well, I just want to get them OUT there. Before they go flat, or I find I can no longer reconnect to the spark that made them worth writing in the first place. Writing just takes so much _time_, dammit!
Who knows? If we get that big snow storm the forecast is promising for tomorrow, maybe I'll get to hatch some of these eggs.
In any case, with the occasional break for a simply-human meta-blog entry like this, I will try very hard not to begin blogging for the sake of blogging. If I lose a spark, I'll just have to wait and trust it will come back again... maybe this time when I've got a few days off?
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