The Higgs Boson of Blogs arrives!
I have been searching for the elegant equation-those glistening, precise words that will sum up what my blog will be all about, that will sling my heart, and bring peace throughout and throughin. I have been searching the skies above and dredging the muck inside 1. I have been pouring over post after post on various blogs about what to do and what NOT to do when starting a blog. Most of the time, I find that throwing everything at a problem until things stick is a good strategy for me. Nothing is coming up al dente. Instead, these dribs and drabs of information have been colliding and creating new material in unpredictable ways. All of that advice to narrow down my topic, be unique, and finite to a specialized audience is too limiting.
I am in love with Shakespeare and Nietzsche and Yoga and Joss Whedon and Attachment Parenting. I am in love with words2. I am in love with my children. I am in love with joy and creation and destruction with love itself. The possibilities are limitless. I am breaking the blog “rules,” I suppose. I do have some topics that I gravitate towards, but gravity is the weak force. One week, I may write about philosophy, then next about a homeschool craft. And who is to say that these two topics are disparate at all? They are arising from this same simple brain, after all. So, in the interest of getting over the horrendous blank page on my computer screen, this is the beginning of the ever expanding universe that is, tritely, motherhood and personhood3.
I am a birth junkie and believe that every woman and baby deserve both a doula and the right to birth in the way that best serves them. I believe in a space to share stories with one another. Repeatedly. I believe in holding the space for healing without judgment for one another.
I am healing my way through a second bout of Post Partum Depression. Depending on my strength, I will be blogging through what arises.
The main framework for much this blog will be explorations on and off the mat, mostly centered around mothering, through the Yoga sutras of Patanjali.
Attachment Parenting is the way I have chosen to parent. I do my best not to judge others and to support. I have strong feelings about natural birth, keeping children intact, breastfeeding, and gentle discipline. I also try my best to support other choices as best I can without agreeing to a choice that is harmful.
Ahimsa is my core principle in life. I actively seek to cause no harm in thoughts, words or actions. It is a path I continue to walk daily. I actively struggle to maintain my way constantly. It’s tattooed on my heart and on my arm.
There, I think this first post is obscure enough to drive away enough readers to make me happy.
I put out a call on twitter for first blog posts and was blessed to receive two replies:
From: @mamaPSU Sent: Jan 23, 2011 11:14a
@TouchstoneZ http://laybabylay.blogspot.com/2010/08/harpers-birth-story.html my 1st post!
On Twitter: http://twitter.com/mamaPSU/status/29255721115717633
From: @MamaRobinJ Sent: Jan 23, 2011 11:17a
@TouchstoneZ My first post was only 3 weeks ago 😉 http://t.co/ALHXDwl
On Twitter: http://twitter.com/MamaRobinJ/status/29256419224068096
(Also, both of these ladies are well worth a follow)
What was your very first blog post (please feel free to link it below) and did it send away the right amount of readers for you?
“Passion. It lies in all of us. Sleeping… waiting… and though unwanted, unbidden, it will stir… open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us… guides us. Passion rules us all. And we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love… the clarity of hatred… the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion, maybe we’d know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow. Empty rooms, shuttered and dank. Without passion, we’d be truly dead.”
— Joss Whedon