We are not islands. We do not live alone. We can’t get by a single day without the help of so many known and unknown people we could never begin to calculate the community that holds our life in her hands.
Just consider the cup of tea or coffee you may have in the morning. Someone planted the coffee, tended it, harvested it, roasted it, shipped it, packaged it, and sold it. And not just one person but a whole myriad of people had a hand in this. Your cup came from somewhere. If you are really lucky like me, your brother made it with his hands and the use of a wheel and kiln.
Someone made the chair you sit in to drink your coffee, the table where you set your cup down. And this isn’t even accounting for the cream or sugar. And we aren’t even talking about the gift of all the material, all the soil and plant life and sun and air that made all aspects of your morning coffee experience possible. And maybe you didn’t sit alone but had the company of another person, the presence of someone to sit with or talk with, or you read a book and found the company of another in this way.
And each of your actions today, large and small, in breath and out breath, are contributing to this community, bringing something to the communal table. It is worth considering what we want to bring to the communal table, since we all bring something. But today I’m not going to talk about this. Today I just want to speak in praise of the communal table, and in particular, give thanks for a community that has been inspiring me, helping me, getting me up in the morning and putting me to bed at night, without knowing what they were giving me, but giving it to me none-the-less.
This is the community of bloggers.
Nine months ago I decided to start a blog. Seven months ago I started a blog. Very slowly I’ve been exploring this new form, beginning to make it my own, and realizing I’m not alone. I’m discovering a blog community: a whole world of people making connections, reimagining how to live and what is possible, generously sharing energy and information, and questioning, reframing, and fundamentally shifting how we understand community, economy, and conversation.
I’m not sure I’ve yet found my perfect blog tribe out there, but I’ve definitely found my imperfect one. And this one suits me very well. I want to mention here a few of the bloggers that have either shown me what a blog can be or kept me from quitting entirely in the past months. And now that I’m beginning to understand how a blog is not one coversation, but a thread in many conversations, I’m more excited than ever about the work of weaving.
- I found Marianne Elliott (Zen Peacekeeper. Change-maker.) very early on and was moved to find a woman writing about taking risks and living in (and loving) her body.
- I came across Manal more recently (and her blog One With Now) and was relieved to find another blogger not promising to make life easy, admitting we can’t be fixed, and encouraging us to discover the power of presence.
- Jonathan Mead’s blog Illuminated Mind reignited my imagination about the possibilities of making a life—and commitment to making a living—as an artist, writer, and teacher.
- Tracy Cochran, editor of Parabola Magazine, has given me, with her blog, a place to hang out and hear, and be part of smart, open dialogue about spirituality in our lives.
- Brené Brown gave me the Perfect Protest, and then a lot of encouragement that the world is looking for more voices to support all of us to love our imperfect lives.
- Leo Babauta helped me clean up my inbox, but more importantly has modeled integrity in the blogosphere and it is this that has me continuing to visit his blogs over and over again.
I have a lot more voices to share, but since I’m actually hoping you will take a look at some of these sites I don’t want to overwhelm you (as I so often am) with too many blogs to read.
- But I must just mention my most recent blogger find: Kelly Diels and her blog Cleavage. I shyly admit, I have an enormous crush on her and her blog. She has opened up all the doors in my blog imagination house and inspired me to make the conversation more real, more interesting, and more accessible. And reminded me I’m not stuck. If you go to her page, be sure to read the comment sections: a very smart, thoughtful conversation is taking place there.
- And then there is my sister’s beautiful blog (I already knew she had skills, but I just learned: she can fix the toilet and translate a poem at the same time).
The world was made for us and we were made for the world. May we live our lives in service to this world, and remember where our wholeness comes from.
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