A blog is a discipline. I read somewhere that there are 184,000,000 blogs in the world. I would have thought there were even more. Most blogs die an early death, after just one month.
I’m pleased to say, I’ve been a blogger (please someone think of a better word) for four years. If success is rated in terms of readership, I’m probably still just muddling along, unlike Julie of “Julia and Julie”. Why do I keep going? I guess I just love the sound of my own writing and the look of my photos on the page.
So, having said all that, I have been away from writing for a few days because I was with my women’s group: We meet annually and come from Mitchells Island, Buderim, Castlemaine, Adelaide, Kangaroo Island, Canberra, Broome, and Sydney. Not everyone came this time to join me on Mitchells Island for our 4 day gathering; we were just 5 out of 8. But fewer in number means just more intimate. There’s nothing quite like women who have been friends for decades coming together to share food, drink, stories, laughter, tears…and love.
I have a second women’s group based in Sydney, whom I don’t see as much since moving up here, but here’s a photo from late January:
“Sangha” is a Hindu word for spiritual community, I believe. My women’s groups don’t really follow spiritual practices as a group.
Are we spiritual?
I suppose I would have to define spiritual. We are mostly spirited, which my thesaurus describes as: vibrant, full of life, vital, animated, sparkling, energetic active, vigourous, dynamic, enthusiastic, passionate, determined resolute, purposeful, feisty, spunky, take-charge, gutsy, and peppy.
Talk about hitting the nail on the head. These are my women friends, my sangha, my community.