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Observations & Gratitudes - A Summary

Beyond enjoying the random posting about bemusement in life with Brian, I also feel an energetic release upon conclusion of the 100-Day Brevity-Blog-Challenge these last one hundred days. July 25th, 2022. Conclusion of the daily commitment to 500 words (or less, which rarely happened! :):)). Some beautiful surprises along the way that I’d like to at least name, if not explore fully.

Writing 500 words/day is much easier when I don’t have a conceptual goal I feel beholden to, responsible for. Like a book project, for instance. No matter how hard I try to hold loosely any “end product” toward a larger "goal," I cannot be free from expectation and feelings of ego-responsibility. This habit protected me for a long time, serving in the professional-tenure-driven way of thinking about publishing, which prioritizes the scholarly, the linear, the masculine. My tender poetic-feminine would have been scorned & ridiculed, which matters little to me now amidst proven establishment, my own self-confidence. The 500 words/day for its own sake gave opportunity for discovery and whimsy, deep feeling and bemusement. How can I continue to feel this way about the writing that seems to be coming these next months, that does have a felt sense of purpose within it? Is the definitive article the problem? "The" writing? Listening… I don’t know yet…


I also now remember how much I love to write—how very much a writer I am—independent of any purpose my writing may serve. For nearly ten years, my writing became a substrate in the elixir of co-birthing women’s community(ies). It was for myself, but it became woven into the purposes of others. Finding just the right voice to inspire and encourage, even goad, but not challenge too much, or offend. Thankful for those years; glad they are complete as well.


I still hear the inner caution against offending a reader, but it’s much less. It’s rooted in a trust that “Well, they signed up for this. They can read, or not; listen and receive, or not. They can unsubscribe if they want to.” My writing is for me to feel aloud, hone a craft, enjoy a play of words, feel connected to those who do want to be connected with me. Those that do not, or no longer choose to? It’s less personal and much more surrendering to their own journey, my own journey, both blessed.


The felt-sense of community within this blog-writing challenge is not insignificant either. Y'all cherished spirit-friends could listen in without feeling obliged to respond, which I can imagine feels much more ‘required’ or ‘expected’ when I would send posts’ links via an email message. I realized early on that each of you had a much stronger sense of being connected with me than I may have had feeling connected with you, your lives, challenges, gifts. I noticed an imbalance I would have otherwise acted to counter-balance, to "make sure of equanimity between us," if we were one-one-one. Instead, I got to feel a trust in the connection, regardless of my stewarding it. I got to write for me and trust connections would deepen that were supposed to.


All this freed something in me. I am easier in my writing voice and my devotion to each of you, each of us, all.


We all know true connection between human beings is not earned, or achieved through functional anything; yet my (our?) internalized or unconscious habits in a consumer materialist world place relationship in ‘buying/selling,’ ‘earning/achieving’ transactional interaction. One needs to get free inside somehow. I think writing from within, trusting whatever 500 words would show up to be good enough, and knowing there were folks whose Inboxes would light up with a blog-post freed me in this way.


And it’s just COOL now to review the post titles, linked for easy access for me in the future.


Thanks for companioning me here, and we’ll see what rhythms beckon in the days to come!


Day One: A Gentling Curiosity Held Between Longtime Friends


Day Two: How Much Water Do We Need?


Day Three: REST


Day Four: Who is Hildegard Anyway?


Day Five: Hildegard in Ohio


Day Six: I’ve Not Been Writing


Day Seven: The Medicine of Adult Recess


Day Eight: Synchronicity


Day Nine: (A)Holy Distraction


Day Ten: Synchronicity II


Day Eleven: A Brand of Family – Star Trek and Yellowstone


Day Twelve: Celebrating Discomfort


Day Thirteen: She Speaks…


Day Fourteen: Progressive Seduction(s)


Day Fifteen: An Unexpected Tango


Day Sixteen: The Long Goodbye


Day Seventeen: Training to Failure


Day Eighteen: Immediate Opportunity Then


Day Nineteen: Unconditional Regard


Day Twenty: …Or Not


Day Twenty-One: Youth, Mental Health, and Dinner


Day Twenty-Two: The Difference an Apostrophe Makes


Day Twenty-Three: Layers Toward Hope


Day Twenty-Four: Green Wisdom


Day Twenty-Five: Determinedly Helpless


Day Twenty-Six: Snapshots and Questions


Day Twenty-Seven: Amaryllis


Day Twenty-Eight: Always the More


Day Twenty-Nine: Hestia and Me


Day Thirty: Oh, How I Wish…


Day Thirty-One: Restorative Wisdom…


Day Thirty-Two: Restore to What?


Day Thirty-Three: How Much Kale is Too Much?


Day Thirty-Four: Misadventures of a Seeker


Day Thirty-Five: Returning to the Mountain…May


Day Thirty-Six: Attachment in the Stacks


Day Thirty-Seven: Staying, Showing Up, Not Fixing


Day Thirty-Eight: Surprised in Grace


Day Thirty-Nine: Time in Community


Day Forty: Honor Ambiguous, Celebration Real


Day Forty-One: Well, $#!%...


Day Forty-Two: Untethering Gratitude


Day Forty-Three: The Difference a Question Makes


Day Forty-Four: Passion From Within


Day Forty-Five: Passions Confused and Confusing


Day Forty-Six: A Conspiracy of Gratitude


Day Forty-Seven: A Startlement, Nearly Three Decades In


Day Forty-Eight: Conspiracy of Gratitude – Part Deux


Day Forty-Nine: May All Beings Be Happy


Day Fifty: Day Fifty, Then…


Day Fifty-One: Looking Back, Forward


Day Fifty-Two: Presentation of Learning - 1


Day Fifty-Three: Continuing the Musing…PoL


Day Fifty-Four: White Women’s Tears


Day Fifty-Five: Generations and Families


Day Fifty-Six: a Guest Post – from May 2020


Day Fifty-Seven: Pantoums - Horsespeak


Day Fifty-Eight: a Red-Bellied Woodpecker for a Redhead


Day Fifty-Nine: Another Farewell


Day Sixty: Hope is the Thing With Feathers


Day Sixty-One: Princeton Gratitude Continues…


Day Sixty-Two: Christian Co-Dependence?


Day Sixty-Three: Being a (Beloved) Blip


Day Sixty-Four: Stress Dreams & Spirit


Day Sixty-Five: Do You Want to Join the Team?


Day Sixty-Six: Being (not) in Charge


Day Sixty-Seven: Being (not) in Charge - 2


Day Sixty-Eight: Beginning to Slow Down


Day Sixty-Nine: Eldering…?


Day Seventy: Snapshots Amidst the Decision


Day Seventy-One: JOY beckons…


Day Seventy-Two: Joy Part Deux – a recipe


Day Seventy-Three: Abandonment to Divine Providence


Day Seventy-Four: New Thresholds?


Day Seventy-Five: Romance?


Day Seventy-Six: Releasing the Motherlode


Day Seventy-Seven: Growth Unchosen…Impossible to Unsee


Day Seventy-Eight: Ode to Dennis Olson (Princeton Gratitude series)


Day Seventy-Nine: I Do Try…


Day Eighty: I am What I am…and…


Day Eighty-One: Again…? Are You Kidding Me?!


Day Eighty-Two: Some Days…Deep Bow


Day Eighty-Three: (Take Two; Same Day. Is that Cheating?)


Day Eighty-Four: Wisdom on the Move


Day Eighty-Five: Surrender Amidst Conviction


Day Eighty-Six: Belonging to Myself


Day Eighty-Seven: What Does Positive Mean Anyway?


Day Eighty-Eight: Strange Dance Partners


Day Eighty-Nine: Hidden Energetics…?


Day Ninety: (Women’s) Anger and What If…?


Day Ninety-One: (Women’s) Anger & Hope


Day Ninety-Two: Families


Day Ninety-Three: Unexpected Delight -- Tarot


Day Ninety-Four: Whose Book?


Day Ninety-Five: Grief is Praise


Day Ninety-Six: Love…a Connection all of its Own


Day Ninety-Seven: The Time Returns


Day Ninety-Eight: Princeton Gratitude…Kind Of


Day Ninety-Nine: A Nod to T.S. Eliot


Day One Hundred: An Anchor, Smiling






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