Usually by this time of day I have already written my daily blog post. I am sitting back, checking my site statistics to see that over 200 of you have already read my humble commentary for the day. My email box will have received several dozen messages, sharing your thoughts, comments, and insights on that blog post’s particular theme. By the end of the day, some 500 of you will have read my words. Yet today, this blog post almost did not find itself published.
My inspiration for any particular topic comes to me early in the morning. I will observe some everyday event or situation; the type of thing that most people would not give a second thought to. With me it is different. Call it a curse or a blessing, I manage to find a deeper symbolic meaning behind it all. This morning began on a different note; I chose to check my email inbox first thing.
There was the usual assortment of messages from those who somehow were touched by my words. Many of these individuals shared their own related insights. It is when perfect strangers take the time to reach out across the vast emptiness of cyberspace, to make a personal connection with me, that I find myself most fulfilled as a writer.
Then came the email from the spiritual demolition crew! This individual lambasted me for my latest blog post. He lashed out at me with a fury that I could only reserve for my most evil mortal enemy. Not only did he attack my work; he also chose to belittle me for having the audacity to want to share my inspiration with others. I found it intriguing that he ended his diatribe by making the point that his words were based upon conjecture; having not even bothered to read my blog post!
My morning walk, hound dog tethered in front of me, was not filled with my usual fond observation of the world around me. Although I searched all about, there was no inspiration to be found anywhere. My mind kept reverting back to that hate-filled email.
I am a writer, therefore I intentionally bare my soul to the entire world. I post my writing to the Internet; therefore I have no control over how readers will react. I accept these conditions and welcome them; for nothing can keep me from sharing the inspiration I find with those who might benefit from it. The rest of this paragraph can be reduced to “my skin is as thick a rhino hide!”
Criticism does not bother me, and I strive to learn from it. I will not fool myself into thinking that the Nobel Prize for Literature Committee subscribes to this blog. But to judge another human being blindly, not knowing them or what they stand for, can only be described as genocide of the soul.
Life comes with a set of spiritual yellow pages. Look under the heading of “Demolition Crews” and you will find enough listings to fill an entire volume. These are the people who wait lurking in the recesses of your life, seeking to demean or criticize you at the very first opportunity. Look even closer at the listings and you will find that you do not recognize the majority of the names. These are perfect strangers who will gladly demolish you for no reason other than the sake of destruction. By leveling your inner building, they feel their own building has been reinforced. For most of these individuals, no job is too small.
I have no use for the spiritual yellow pages. Those that I value most are already entered into the speed dial directory of my life’s phone. They are the wonderful souls who chose to create and share, rather than destroy and divide. So, can I add you to my speed dial?