Let the snake wait under
and the writing
be of words, slow and quick, sharp
to strike, quiet to wait,
-- through metaphor to reconcile
the people and the stones.
Compose. (No ideas
but in things) Invent!
Saxifrage is my flower that splits
|moon and trees as photographed by Luke|
If you've been following this blog for any length of time you may have noticed that 2012 proved to be largely silent in this space. It wasn't that there weren't things to share: sewing projects abounded, memorable moments with Wren were aplenty, and my thoughts about the world were far too numerous to even imagine expressing thoroughly. But I struggled with how or why I would share those things in a blog space.
I'm all too aware of the tendency we (especially we women) have to compare and out-do and out-craft and out-cook and out-travel and out-pretty one another. I am familiar with the feelings of inadequacy and inferiority that come so easily when reading about another woman's skill or adorable family or ability to wear skinny jeans. It hurts. Which is truly lamentable because we stand to learn so very much from one another, and we have access to so many tools that might encourage and inspire one another. But last year- when I read through my own blog posts- I tried to imagine how other people might read or perceive my life. In the end I was embarrassed that they'd see me gloating or bragging or even worse- seeming really lame. So I stopped writing here. But I haven't stopped being here.
I struggle personally with a lot of fear; sometimes it feels overwhelmingly debilitating. Motherhood, this newest chapter in my life, has increased the number of things I fear exponentially. But it has also taught me about the beauty in the mundane-ness of our lives that gives me so much hope for us all. It's now 2013, and I've decided to take my writing in a new, more honest, more vulnerable direction. The truth is I'm going to write (have been writing), whether it's in my own journal or here in this public forum. And I'm going to create (have been creating), whether I snap photographs to post here or not.
I want to share these parts of me with anyone else whose heart races at the thought of creating something beautiful, or who tears up at something as cheesy as the way a baby's face glows next to an evening fire. And beyond that, I want to know what other women and other people find inspiring and lovely and wonderful and life-giving. I want to celebrate life with you all. And that is why I write here.
|My 2013 Mnemonic Jar of Hope: where I will jot and collect the moments that remind me of the good.|