Yesterday I sat and watched the SuperBowl and knit. Great for getting a project done but not so great for my back and bum. Since I spent my weekend doing weekend things, the phone call telling me we were having a snow day meant free time to do more of what I like to do – photography!
I went out into parts of the neighborhood I don’t often explore and found lots of interesting things to capture in my magic box.
Every year, at Christmas, I seek comfort:
listening for angels, looking for bright stars,
harboring gifts under my tree worthy of Magi.
Every year I discover the truth:
when I am barred from entering the inn,
crowded in a stable with animals,
surrounded by shepherds and sheep,
and the Drummer Boy steps forward to play.
It’s that simple.
Today is my 60th birthday and I think I’m celebrating with one of the best gifts ever: a cross country driving trip with my daughter. Of course it is bittersweet as well because she is moving to South Carolina and at the end of this adventure I’ll be returning home without her.
As we were driving through the beauty of Montana today, I shared how one of my women’s groups celebrates decade birthdays by sharing gratitudes for each decade. So my daughter and I did that together, my 6 decades and her 3.
It was good for me to realize I’m quite thankful for the gifts of my decades and for her to see the gratitudes of her decades becoming great foundations for the next to come.
Today is the National Day on Writing–an initiative supported by NCTE and the National Writing Project. Because writing is such a powerful experience, I thought I’d share some of its side effects.
The Side Effects of Writing
Less Knitting: I don’t get as much knitting done but my lap is open for my kitten.
Stashing Mechanical Pencils: I’ve become picky about writing implements – soft lead mechanical pencils with big erasers are my favorite. I tend to buy them whenever I see them.
Recycle bin Next to Chair: Along this vein is my preference for 6″x8″ spiral notebooks. I like lines and being able to tear out all the drafts I don’t want to look at any more.
Well Fed Birds and Fat Squirrels: When I’m in the mood to write, I keep the bird feeders well stocked because they are in my line of sight and I like to watch these creatures while I’m thinking.
Possible Over Exposure: Sharing my writing is a commitment to being vulnerable. I have to be willing to accept the consequences of feeling like I’m walking around in my underwear. Other art forms like painting, music, and dance seem to allow for ambiguous interpretation. But words can go straight to the heart of an experience and bare one’s soul.
Questions from Family: Sometimes family members read my writing and wonder about the thoughts going on in my head.
A Wider World View: The consequences of writing – especially on a blog – are amazing; people appreciate voice given to human experience and they reach out to me.
These are just a few of the side effects. If you are a writer, I’m sure you have plenty to add to this list!
I’m passing this post on from a blog I follow – hope my writing friends will take part….
Next week, on October 20th, we have the opportunity to celebrate the beauty and power of writing through the National Day on Writing–an initiative supported by NCTE and the National Writing Project. For me, writing and photography have much in common. They are ways to compose my understanding of the world. Sometimes it is all […]
via Weekly Photo Challenge: #whyiwrite — Thinking Through My Lens
It rained hard yesterday. I think it was the wettest day we’ve had so far this fall. After coffee and a stretch, I was feeling cooped up. I put on my favorite jeans, best waterproof coat and a hat and went out into it. Down the block to Home Depot, (I love walking in smelling all that new wood.) On the way down the block I was wishing I’d brought my camera with me so I headed back home and grabbed it. Back out into the wet again and snapped some shots.
Today it was a perfect fall day. Cooler and those dark gray clouds but no rain, so Mike and I went for a walk in Whatcom Falls Park.
(It is more fun to sift through photos than listen to the debate playing in the background….)
Last year the stories of my preschool class often revolved around one particular boy – I called him my Pirate – because he and I were often on a gang plank together, holding safe space for each other in that precipice between the ship, (our classroom) and a vast ocean, (the world out there.)
This year, my pirate’s little brother is in my class. In fact, I have a lot of little brothers in my class and the Wendy in me is realizing this ship is occupied by Lost Boys this year; boys who need a captain, a Peter or a Wendy, but mostly, a mom. One thing they don’t need is Never Never Land.
Of course I sometimes wish there was a Crocodile loose on this ship, might help me tame the natives. It is enough to have his ticking clock constantly at my side. I have about 500 hours to be with these Boys and help them learn to stay in their prams. Going for a walk in a pram is way better than getting lost and finding yourself in a place with no future.