It's been awhile since I wrote a Weekly Good. It's been a busy time, full of plans and deadlines and wonder. In the middle of it all, I've been spinning.
I'm rethinking some things seriously right now.
I notice that writing has changed for me these last few months. While before, it was a sanctuary, now it doesn't always feel like that.
I notice too, that the act of writing as a spiritual practice has also changed.
Questions I'm asking myself right now:
-Part of sharing one's work with the world is also to share oneself with the world. But at the moment, I wonder at what cost does this sharing come?
-How can I write about things that move me, and move others, but not lose myself?
-How can I keep my life simple, with a focus on what inspires and feeds me?
-Where is the service inside being known? Is there any? If there isn't, then how does one balance it?
-What elements are vital for my writing to be what it always has been: a sanctuary?
-What is the spiritual practice in writing for others? In writing for oneself? Are these related or entirely different?
The Weekly Good is short and simple this week. I am asking myself many questions about meaning and significance, about accolades and service, about simplicity and seeking.