It has been a year-round journey of silence, emptiness, boredom, inner world exploration, negotiation with cultures, and time of typing, at times with others, but mostly with myself and the Sacred that I have no idea how big is. Blogging is only a medium for exploring the bigness of God within and in the culture/s that is more or less familiar to me. The blogosphere is becoming a boundary-less arena of information and interaction. But at the end of the day, silence beckons me to go back to the fundamental question: how did this or that piece of information affect me, form me into a better person, hook me to my deepest desire to let the seed of the Sacred within grow and bear fruit? After one year of blogging, there are actually less tangible statistics to measure the growth especially in an area called spirituality because growth happens in silence, in our sleeping hours, much like the wordless rising of the sun on the east. Those growth are more inward – the joy of sharing, the boldness to get wrong, the weakness of being challenged or ignored, the consolation of being heard, the trembling before evil or fear, the lightness of living, the ecstasy of illumination, the desire to keep growing as a child heading Home. To realize that I am not alone in my desire and that there are the same desires out there curious of their names, this I suspect is why these posts are the most read.