We’ve all seen them, or more accurately, not seen them — the blogs that disappear. I think there are a variety of reasons why seemingly prolific bloggers drop out of the blogosphere. Maybe they thought they’d make boatloads of money blogging and when nary a dime trickled in, they gave it up. Or maybe they had lots of time on their hands and when that evaporated they let the blog go. Or maybe, they simply had nothing left to say.
That’s the one that makes me wonder. I wonder what it feels like NOT to be inspired. I pretty much always have something to say. I could blog daily; I choose not to because I don’t want my words to be a drag on society.
So, where do I find inspiration? At the end of my visual field, I suppose. I watch all that goes on around me, in real life, in the blogs and news feeds I read, in my family (OMG I wrote an entire book about them, much to their dismay!) I simply find people fascinating.
Take yesterday. I was looking at this artistic creation by my sweet grandson. (He’s 3, this is about as good as it gets.) I asked him to tell me about his picture (a throwback to my years as a teacher when the experts say you are not supposed to “judge” a child’s work, but, rather to ask him to tell you about it, then respond.) He said, “It’s handprints with lights.” Then he said something about “being” the candle. That’s when it hit me.
What if, during this holiday season in which we all celebrate a variety of lights (Hanukah, Kwanzaa, Diwali and Christmas all involve different types of light), we actually were the candle? What if we find a way to, paraphrasing Gandhi, “be the candle we wish to see in the world”? That will be my challenge for the month — to find ways to “be the candle.” Candles don’t necessarily beam a great deal of light but every little bit of brilliance adds to the greater illumination in the world. What a great gift to give this season to someone in your family: the gift of illumination.
Will you join me shining in some way this month? Love to hear about it if it inspires you to write.