Welcome to Following the Whispers blog
Thank you so much for taking the time to visit. Hope you enjoy your stay. I blog here whenever I feel the need. This blog was created at the time my memoir came out, in February, 2009. Its motto was: creating a life of inner peace and self-acceptance from the depths of despair. Now, my focus is sharing this journey we call life.
“Only one thing is more frightening than speaking your truth, and that is not speaking it.” Naomi Wolf
“We are called human beings, not human doings.” Wes Nisker, Buddhist teacher
“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs…(And) if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly.” Theodore Roosevelt
Monday, April 19, 2010
I've grown tired of weekend updates, so I'm changing Monday's blog posts to Monday Musings, which simply means I can ramble on about whatever strikes my fancy and hope that some of these thoughts will reach out and touch some of you.
This week I am the person to contact for my friend's elderly parent. I'd been somewhat depressed for a couple of days, then suddenly, this crisis happened and I was "needed." It made me realize that I only feel needed when there's a crisis and I can jump in and help. Hmm. Does this mean there is still a slight issue with low self-esteem lurking in my psyche? And why do I need to be needed in the first place? Don't I have value just because...? I'm not expecting answers to these questions, kind people, I'm just musing aloud. Does anyone relate?
Oh, and maybe I wasn't depressed at all. Maybe it was my intuition letting me know something was stirring. Something I need to pay attention to. I am on a spiritual journey, seeking ways to enhance my inner peace and grow, emotionally and spiritually, so literally everything that happens can offer insight and wisdom.
Like when I visited my elderly friend last week. I was talking about the two fiction pieces I am struggling with and realized that I have a deep-seated fear of entering into the head of an "evil" or "bad" character. That is a big part of my resistance. But in order to write fiction, one must enter into the character, yes? Once the reason for resistance is identified, perhaps there will be ways to get comfortable with that process.
I guess that's enough for now. What have you been musing about lately?