To Blog or Not To Blog...(aka Love Is Like a Pair of Over-sized Undies)

During my long stays in India (cow picture pun inteneded) over the past few years, I used blogging as a way of updating friends and family. And more than a chronology of events, it felt more like a heart felt sharing. I enjoyed doing it and got positive feedback. So I did have some thoughts about continuing with blogging when I returned home and didn’t. Despite the positive feedback, my own negative inner voices came up. You know the ones or hopefully you don’t, in which case, I should be reading your blog.


I have been very fortunate to have experienced the magically transformative powers of love many times over the past 15 or so years.  For me, the voices would inevitably arise after a major love expanding event. Despite significance of each experience, sometimes later rather than sooner, there would be a contraction and the negative voices and feeling would get louder than the loving ones. When this happened, I would put up my walls again concerned that my love could actually be destroyed or taken away. Talk about a false belief.

Well I’m fresh back from probably the most heart blowing (yes, heart – not mind) experience of my life. This event feels like the one that blew the elastic on the waste band around my heart. Kind of like the undies Patch is demonstrating in this picture.

I thought that I had always been someone who loved life, yet now I realize that I was more like a bulimic. I would binge on love and then I would purge afterwards.  Silly me!  This time no purging, and I feel lighter than I ever have.

So even if those negative voices come up, to quote one of my teachers, I say, “Fuck, The Naysayers”.   My own self-judgement was way more severe than anything anyone else could say to me

So in answer to my own question of whether to blog or not…I choose to blog, as it is one of the many ways in which I’m choosing to share my love. And as they say, if your are around people that are receptive, give love. If you are around people that are resistant, give your love anyway. So if we keep with the metaphor of love being like a pair of big undies, when you let the elastic explode, see how much love can contain. And like big undies, the love tickles you from the inside out and all you can do is giggle and love…