Over the past week, a number of people have emailed me, that they haven’t been getting these posts. Something changed with WordPress and the posts that are coming through, are a different page format also. This has given me pause. When I started writing my blog, I knew nothing about blogs or sites that hosted blogs. I read somewhere that WordPress hosted blogs for free and thought “Great. I’ll sign up with them!” …and I started writing. No one could have been more surprised than me at how this blog, White Feather Farm, has grown, and the community that has developed around it.
I also never dreamed how important it would become to me, never knew, that morning in February, that I would be entering into what I have come to see as my true work (or at least a very big part of it). 25 years ago, I was a graduate student, studying theology and was assigned to Harvey Cox as my first year advisor. In my end of the year evaluation, he wrote, “You should consider a ministry of the pen.” I did consider it, and that was about all, until this past February, when, after being encouraged by my friend Jon, I decided to start.
So here I am, possibly needing to make a financial investment; hiring someone to help me craft a blog website that, when there is a problem, I can call, someone who can help me navigate the technical aspects of working on-line. I am not blaming WordPress, after all, it is free (and I think staffed by many volunteers). Maybe they have taken me as far as I can go with them, and I must now take a more serious step.
It’s a curious thing, this belief that I will “arrive” at a place where I have all of my ducks in a row, where I understand the task in front of me and can perform it well, everyday, like clock-work, that I will live a predictable life someday with no challenges. I have never sought out this kind of existence, and yet sometimes I still want it. I don’t want to feel lost, even for a minute and yet I know, to live the kind of life that my soul craves, I must.
“Unless you try to do something beyond what you have already mastered, you will never grow.” Ralph Waldo Emerson