First Post Challenge

Hey, I’m in the middle of a February Feng Shui Frenzy, which basically means cleaning, clearing out and changing things around. Apparently it also means sentences full of alliteration :). This happens every year before the Chinese New Year and it’s a lot of fun and hard work – just like blogging, right?

Anyway, I’ll talk more about that in my Weekly Inspiration post on Saturday, but for now, I just wanted to follow up on a post idea I had during a frenzied bout of cleaning. I was thinking about my blog and how I’ve been blogging for nearly three years, how I stopped blogging for 9 months, how 9 months ago I started blogging regularly again and how I had to start again from almost scratch to build a following. Then I started thinking about my very first post, and how it was kind of brave and out there, and how almost nobody would have read it…and then I thought – maybe I should re-post it, and ask other people to share their first posts as well!

So, in honour of mercury retrograde, #ThrowbackThursday and all things backwards,  this is how it’s going to work: I’m going to put my first post here, in all its silly bravery and alliteration, and I want you to either link to your first post in the comments section so I can read it, or if you want to do this on your blog, link to this post. Ready?

Published on 7th of June 2012:

Amidst the Mundanity and Madness of Motherhood

Today, in the midst of the Venus Transit, still vibing off the Partial Lunar Eclipse, and sitting within the Neptune Retrograde, I am writing my first blog post: on of all things, a waking dream or vision that came to me a few days ago.

Three or four nights ago after 10pm, my husband and children were asleep, and the silence was so blissful, I just sat in it for a while, absorbing it into my cells. Eyes closed, I just breathed it in, along with the oxygen. Hmmm. Do you think I am starved for silence?

A picture emerged behind my lids of a figure in a maroon cloak, heavily hooded, with golden occult symbols printed upon it. There was a certain power about the figure, a mystery even. Then she threw her head back, looked at me and smiled – and I knew her. The mysterious figure was my daughter, but all grown up. She had light brown curls, just like her father, a baby on her hip, and she was so…sunny. She looked so joyful and spirited…but wearing a witches cloak. Those who know me will not be surprised – the occult runs deep within our family.

OK I thought, I am obviously channeling something – what about my son? I closed my eyes and immediately I saw what looked like red, black and white squares on a chessboard, with numbers and geometrical designs printed upon them, appearing and disappearing.  Then I saw my son all grown up. He was standing, dressed in a button-up vest, dress shirt and pants and a teacher’s pointer in his hand. He looked like a university professor.

Four days later I can still see the images as clear as anything, and my heart swells with gratitude at this gift. To be able to see a vision of my children as adults is so reassuring! Thank Goddess for that, all going well, my children are going to survive their childhood, and grow up into happy, functional adults! I think every parent has a fear of something happening to their children, and I am no different.

There is something else too – amidst the mundanity and madness of motherhood is a vision that keeps me sane – I am raising my children to be adults for the future. We chose each other because they need the kind of mothering that I am able to provide, and I chose them because I need to learn how to mother  in the way that is best for them. My mother always said that we are adults for much longer than we are children – meaning that she was raising her children to be happy functional adults and that end result was ever-present in the day-to-day upbringing of her children (my brother and I). It is no good bringing up our children to be good children, because that will pass before we know it.

So that’s what’s cooking in my heart today.

What was your first ever post? What inspired you to start writing?

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39 comments

  1. Sara, I started blogging about seven months ago, emphasizing at first, self-improvement information of the type found in my early books, then moving to another interest of mine, the lives of artists and how artists become artists, and from time to time, posting my own autobiographical “growing up” stories. I’ve met some wonderful fellow bloggers, like yourself. I find the blogging I do, involving a great deal of research, to be extremely time-consuming. I am trying to write two books at the same time I’m blogging, and that is not easy. However, there is a certain pleasure in the directness and immediacy of the world of blogging, and the feedback coming from readers who appreciate the work is motivating. Here is a link to my very first blog on the importance of meaningful, empowering purposes in a person’s life. A powerful purpose can lift a person two feet off the ground. Thanks for the invitation.

    http://wp.me/p4Ia7A-f

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    • Oh David, where do I start? Thank you firstly for playing (this is so fun for me 🙂 ).
      I loved your first post. First I was crying, then I was inspired, then I was determined. Such are the power of words!
      Some people really just make the motions through their lives. I just don’t understand that – I am a participator. I ask lots of questions in classes, I am secretary for two community groups because I like to have a say in what interests me. I get involved. Ahem. Sometimes too much, but that’s another story 🙂
      I love how single most minded you are – and how the premature death of your sister drove you to be the best you could be. It’s a beautiful story. And this too:

      “O Me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring;
      Of the endless trains of the faithless—of cities fill’d with the foolish;
      Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)
      Of eyes that vainly crave the light—of the objects mean—of the struggle ever renew’d;
      Of the poor results of all—of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me;
      Of the empty and useless years of the rest—with the rest me intertwined;
      The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?

      Answer.

      That you are here—that life exists, and identity;
      That the powerful play goes on, and you will contribute a verse.”
      ― Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass

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      • I just discovered your comment on my first blog post and am so happy that you liked it. I wrote another post about my sister and her death that you might be interested in. It’s my wife’s favorite writing of mine, perhaps because she knew and loved my sister too. http://wp.me/p4Ia7A-5y
        Also, I can’t tell you how much I love Whitman, especially his “Crossing Brooklyn Ferry.” I think your whole response was beautiful, and reading it, I felt warmly about my writing connecting with you, and I appreciate the time and thought you put into it.

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      • Ah, you found it! I am glad 🙂 You know, I didn’t know that you liked Whitman when I chose this verse, although I found out not long after. I just felt the strongest urge to use this quote.

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  2. February is a great time for a spring clean… we’ve started in a fashion… simply applying ourselves to “real life” after a good part of December & January having a break where non-essential housekeeping was set aside.
    Yours is a wonderful first post. Insight and wisdom at its core in a snapshot created with words.
    Mine, of just 3 years ago is short, similarly a snapshot, and somewhat valid still. Followers have come and gone, a few remain visibly present like the first, the only commenter, the talented missalister who’d I’d “met” prior via Oneword. Your 9 month hiatus may not have made so much difference to the ebb and flow of followers ultimately.

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    Nanna, you’ll be impressed I hope, that you were responsible for leading me to the avenue via which I could start a blog, something I’ve been long thinking of. Your page http://nancyhuntart.wordpress.com/ prompted me to create my own. And many times you asked me why I wasn’t writing when I said I wanted to. Among the reasons why I don’t write are: absolutely no motivation and headspace before, during or after work; tired; bored; unmotivated; unsociable; nothing to write about; not seeing what there is to write about; I’m reading something; busy with the rest of my life; need to cook, clean, eat, shop, sleep… This is not the exhaustive list and none of the reasons are good ones. So, true to say I’m not a writer but I like to write, and enjoy myself when I do. Right now, and for the last quite a few months, things have been a little slow for me at work, so to keep myself sane and amused I have started writing… again.
    https://elladeewords.wordpress.com/2011/12/14/hello-world/

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    • Thank you so much for playing Dale – I liked your first post, it gave a good snapshot of where you were in your head at the time. I liked how you identified the reasons for not writing and saw them for what they were. Would you call yourself a writer now?

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      • Hmmm, no… blogger, storyteller, person who writes stuff, but not a Writer 🙂 As in similarly, I cook but I’m not a Cook. Other people may have different views of it, but I like to honour the professions, talents and efforts of those who actually do, and I recognize the difference between their efforts and mine.
        But it’s been a life-changing 3 years 🙂

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      • Well now, this is an interesting conversation! What makes one a writer, a cook or anything else for that matter? You could say that it depends upon the qualities that you bring to what you do – enthusiasm, passion, the amount of time you spend on it, whether it would matter if you stopped doing it altogether. I had a conversation with one of my blogging friends, David, who commented above, about what makes you an artist. I identify as a writer, but not as an artist, because of the connotations I have around the word artist. Dedicated to the point of obsession, extremely high calibre of output and insanely creative are some of the ideas I have of artists, and I don’t fit that description. Interesting!

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  3. Ooh I’ll bite, this sounds fun. I had to wade through my embarrassing archive of old posts but here it is in all its embarrassing glory: http://wp.me/p1Dr4V-9

    Funny enough, I find myself in a similar situation and state of mind as this first post. Maybe this is a sign?? Also, I love that you know Chinese New Year is coming up. I’ll say this in advance in case I forget to do it later on: Happy Year of the Goat! 🙂

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    • Hi Lillian, thank you for playing – and happy upcoming Chinese year of the goat! For the last 3 years I have been very aware of the Chinese New Year because I have been doing an annual feng shui flying stars workshop. I love it because I love astrology, but also I’m a total house witch and love cleaning and rearranging everything to best fit the energies of the new year. Hey, I liked your first post – it was passionate and determined, and I remember that time in my own life. It’s scary, frustrating and a mystery. It’s interesting that you feel at a similar stage now!

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  4. Sara,

    As a wide eyed and relatively new to the ‘blog’ world I offer you this, one of my first blogs, and I love the wise words (of others!) contained within. https://nepaligilsons.wordpress.com/2015/01/14/bush-blessing-upon-your-journey/ For me… …writing from the heart, depth and reflection of experience has been something I have played with in different ways ov er the years: letter writing and emails to particular friends or folk who prompted the reflection and sharing mainly. This ‘opening up to the world’ type of sharing is new, somewhat vulnerable and challenging, but I am breathing into the reality and possibilities of sharing realness with all who wish to read. I loved your first ever blog – motherhood and children – what wise and soul reinforcing-shattering-reinforcing cycles they offer. Kate Date: Wed, 4 Feb 2015 18:52:18 +0000 To: yangoorainthevalley@hotmail.com

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    • What a wonderful first post! I love the insights you have into yourself, the knowledge you have about the excuses you make to hold yourself back – and the jelly fish analogy! It’s definitely an unusual comparison, but very descriptive. Thank you so much for playing Aleya, this is very enjoyable for me 🙂

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  5. Sara, this idea of raising our kids to be healthy, functional adults is something I can appreciate. I’ve never thought of it like that…sometimes I don’t think as big picture as I could. 🙂 And your visions of your children all grown — that is powerful! Years ago, a psychic told me about my kids as adults along with their past life stuff …it was fascinating, and a little scary. Thank God for this thing called free will.

    As for the first post game…funny enough I just linked to my first post last week when I wrote about dancing — in case you missed it, it’s here:

    http://elyshalenkin.com/its-all-happening/

    It’s an image only and felt like a good way to kick off my blog which I initially started to inspire movement for the soul.

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    • Yes…I am not a big picture thinker either, but lucky my mother is – and so is my partner. I just focus mainly on what is in front of me, but occasionally I have cause to look up. I think that’s why the year planner thing is such a good idea for me.
      Yes, omg thank goodness for free will and multiple futures!
      I did see your first post when you linked to it a few weeks ago – simple but effective! Thanks for playing Elysha xo

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  6. Lovely post…a reflection on an new initiative and the blogging has its own story to tell. We all have our assumptions and aspiration when we do something new and blogging is no difference. The first blog to the most read post to the most commented post, we keep pondering and keep analyzing how we have grown and matured in our writing…
    The time to clean and clear up things, make a change and welcome change…the essence of life and living.

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    • Thanks Nihar – it can be very useful to reflect on the past in order to improve the present – especially for me, as I am not an analytical or backward thinker. I tend to be anchored firmly in the present which kin of makes my little journeys into the past quite poignant.

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      • Yes Sara, you are very much right…we should all live in present, past is good to reflect only when we have time or for change, otherwise we lose our present being anchored in the past. Yes, past reflection is nostalgic and we do learn lot of things from the past failure and success.

        Present is a Gift and we should cherish the gift…
        😀

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  7. First of all, I love the idea of revisiting old posts. I need to do that as well, especially because I haven’t been posting as often lately as I’d like (although I started working on one yesterday that I quite like). And I thoroughly enjoyed your first post. I wish I could see my son all grown up, knowing that he’ll do well in life. I often worry about him because of his challenges in the area of school and learning. His heart is pure gold, but it’s important to be able to read and write if not very well, at least pretty well; and therein lie two of his biggest challenges.

    I’ve been blogging over 4 1/2 years, and the focus of my blog has shifted over the years as I have shifted. What’s fun for me is reading old posts as I was going through a spiritual awakening. It happened just four years ago. Here’s my first post, a short one https://mariner2mother.wordpress.com/2010/06/02/welcome-to-my-corner-of-the-world/ . I wrote my first 3 or 4 posts very quickly; a story that went from one post to the next.

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    • Well, I had to read the all four of those posts, because I wanted to know your story 🙂 I love people’s stories, especially their birthing story. Nothing can prepare you for motherhood. Except maybe living with someone who has a newborn, and even then it’s not yours. I think the most difficult thing for me was transitioning from an external world of work to the inner world of motherhood. And the 24/7 nature of motherhood of course, but I did know about that. Anyway, we get through it, don’t we? Thank you so much for playing, Susan xo

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  8. This is great, Sara! You are making me go back almost 3 years to look at my first blog post! I’m kinda hesitant, I almost don’t want to see. I know I’m going to want to edit the s!*t out of it 😀

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    • I felt exactly the same! I kinda looked at it with one eye shut to lessen the impact. And the control it took to not edit it. Man, that was hard 🙂 Ahem. Where is your first post?

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