It should not have been a surprise to discover that writing for a brand new blog is just as daunting as setting down the first words for any creative project. The blank page has a long history of intimidating writers and artists of all stripes. This week, I worked hard to chip away at the excuses and face the fear.
As usual, lessons from the dance floor came to mind. I remembered that I didn’t learn to dance by sitting on the sidelines. I remembered that tripping and stumbling and sweating and making mistakes is part of the process. And, I remembered that when you count on grace to be there to catch you when you fall, wonderful things are possible.
I would love for this blog to be consistently brimming over with evocative insights, vibrant conversation, and gentle wisdom. I would love it if the words and images shared here would never offend, never be misunderstood, never hurt. And, since I’m baring my perfectionist ego here, let me add that I’d also love it if I never made a single grammatical or spelling error for public record. This is the excellence I’m aiming for. Clearly, I will need a lot of grace to catch me when I fall.
In the spirit of Passionate Embrace, I will endeavour to fully embrace the risk of failing to meet my perfectionist goals. I will get up from the comfortable chair on the sidelines, and I will dance in the full knowledge that toes will get stepped on and it won’t always be pretty. I will do this because I know that with passion and patience and risk, wonderful things are possible.
Originally posted on www.passionateembrace.ca, February 2013.
2 comments
What a wonderful adventure you have dove into with Argentinian Tango. I have always wanted to learn measured steps of a sort and I could easily as you have wholeheartedly, embrace the Tango. In a glance it is a once mesmerizing to watch, let alone be in. I imagine it may have the affect upon one like a good red wine, doing it’s job to lull the unsuspecting participant into a heady dreamlike state. One day I hope I can experience the Tango, to be held in a passionate embrace, to know when to submit and when to initiate. To experience the beauty in this balance must be a like a small taste of what it is like to have wings and fly at an elevation higher than our Coastal mountains
Thank you, Erika. “…a small taste of what it it like to have wings and fly…” Yes, it’s that kind of beauty, embodied. Peace to you.