The road ends, but the journey continues...
At the stroke of midnight, October 31st, 2014, I will embark upon my third NaNoWriMo. This year, I’ll be doing what I wanted to do my first NaNo: focusing on completing my non-fiction WIP (Swimming with Swans) for submission in this month long challenge.
In NaNoWriMo lingo this means, I am being a rebel. Continue reading
The Warm Quilt of Love
by Laura Bruno Lilly
©1999
Comfort comes in the warm quilt of love.
Depth of rich patterns protect.
Rocking, rocking, rocking; safe.
Comfort comes in the warm quilt of love.
Each day is new; we all know this.
The feeling of promise kisses each of us upon first awakening; however fleeting.
Before the Realities of Life sift back into our consciousness, this is how it all begins.
Dawning of a new day in central Florida
In commemoration of my upcoming one-year blogging anniversary, I’m referencing Why Blog? Why Now? using it as a foil for reviewing the year-to-date. As the introductory post written on 8/30/13, it serves as a starting point for re-assessing goals stated therein: whether they were met and/or if they’ve changed. I guess you could say this is a sort-of evaluation post, re-examining the purpose of the blog along with how to proceed into its second year.
Why Blog? Why Now?
The obvious answer to this is of course, ‘Why not?’
Comment: And thus began my official entry into the blogosphere… Continue reading
Bengal Tiger Nashville Zoo, Amiee Stubbs Photography 2012
Detail of rows 1 & 2 of my quilt WIP
Traditional Eucalyptus Didgeridoo (Ilario Vannucchi)
From: Blue Shoe by Anne Lamott*
The voice of the didgeridoo was a call from far away, from centuries back. If you pressed your ear to the ground, Mattie thought, this was the tone the earth would make. The music resonated like an ancient god, or what desert winds must have sounded like to the first ears on earth. She closed her eyes again. She felt doomed, and lumpy, fat and old. She tried to recall the women from church, their triumphant wideness, centered and vigorous, and this helped. Ella clung to her like a baby Koala. Mattie nuzzled her, snorfled her neck. The didgeridoo sounded like an enormous animal panting at the end of its life. Mattie looked up and found Daniel standing before her, lifting her daughter into his arms. He held her in front of his chest, his long hands knitted together effortlessly to make a seat in which round, rosy Ella perched, somewhat worried but curious.
‘Want to dance?’ he asked her. ‘I’m probably the only person you know who can dance to the didgeridoo.’Ella thought this over, tugging on her chin like an alchemist.
Mattie opened her fingers slowly to she could peek in at the little rubber shoe, as if examining a poker hand. Harry and Al were talking, and Daniel still held Ella in his arms, turning in slow circles. Mattie watched, listened, breathed in deep and slow: if the sound of the didgeridoo was a color, it would be rich and earthy, plant purple, like eggplant with light behind it.
*really didn’t like the book, but this quote was worth the read.
One loaf
out of four.
(baked to imperfection)
My ‘easy’ sourdough bread
One loaf
chosen.
(the one most round; least browned)
Bridging our door
to theirs.
(some 30 steps away)
Three of five
arrive next morning.
(from their door to ours)
Hand-delivering
note of thanks.
(smiling faces all around)
One loaf
out of four.
(baked warmth shared)
‘Every time I open a book or sit down at my desk, I’m hoping for confirmation that it is possible to understand and be understood by my fellow human beings.’ Kevin Powers
I have mentioned before that one of the guiding forces behind my starting this website/blog has been to showcase the vignettes written during our three-year journey between homes. I have been in the process of ordering these vignettes into a completed manuscript for quite some time and continue to come up short. And frustrated. Continue reading
Today, Friday the 8th, starting at 2:45 pm EST, I am being a rebel. In NaNoWriMo lingo this means, among other things, writing a non-fiction WIP for submission in the month long challenge.
In order to get out a blog post, I realized I’d need to write a proper blog posting during my nano time. I got it into my head that in order to keep pace with my writing, I’d then include it in my daily word count for submission in the month long challenge. In the NaNo world, fiction and non-fiction do not mix. Hence, the rebel aspect to my nanoing this year.
What was I thinking? Am I caffeine deprived or just immune to its effects on this 8th day of writing frantically? Overwhelmed by guilt, I retract my rebel word count plans.
This is my second year of nanoing, but my first year of blogging. I seem to have life’s routine down for the month of NaNo, but not so the rules of blogging.
In the blogger world, it is stressed that the single most important thing for maintaining a ‘following’ apart from delivering quality content, is to stay on a fairly consistent blogging schedule.
So, here I am being a rebel. Well, semi-rebel because I only thought it, but didn’t do it. And I’m finding I’m pretty rotten at it. I’m not convinced this is a quality blog posting, but feel the pressure to post something today as it’s been two weeks since my last posting.
I’ve got to think that God gets a kick out us humans trying to deal with all of the small stuff…and this really is only small stuff. Continue reading
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