“All Glory comes from daring to begin.”
Why did I start this Blog?
Well, a couple of reasons come to mind. One, I am now striving to live as a writer, an artist, a home cook, a gardener. This blog will help me to discover if this is the path I am to take. And two, I finally have the time to allow my creativity to come forth and blossom.
It’s scary to put yourself out there. To show people the real you with all your hopes and dreams laid bare. All your flaws and the mis-steps you’ve made but learned from.
I have written stories and poems most of my life. I want to move others with my words. I want to give solace to those who need it. A lofty goal, but there it is.
My fervent wish is you will join me on this journey of self discovery to see where it leads me.
“The soul would have no rainbow if the eyes had no tears.”
Funny how my post the other day affected some people. People were reaching out to Pete (my husband) – “I hear Linda is having a tough time, I am sorry man. Let us know if there is anything we can do. Hang in there.” As if I had a terminal illness or something I would not recover from.
Others responded with I understand how you feel. I have been feeling the same way.
Still others with I don’t understand why a Trump presidency is freaking people out. For this- I have no words.
While I appreciate all the concern, I am right where I need to be right now. I am fine. This is not about causing anyone concern. I am not perfect. I have fallen many times in my life and let people down, but I get back up. Peaks and valleys- that is life. I try to learn from the times when I am in a valley. Continue reading
I wrote this back in January and posted it to my FB page and wow, did I get some interesting results. So, here ya go.
I have been in an ‘altered state of mind’ since the election results. I don’t mean drowning my sorrows with wine, although I have had my share. This goes much deeper than anything wine can handle.
This is sorrow. I know sorrow- we are intimate friends. I have met sorrow before and stared it down and come out on the other side. I have grieved the loss of a husband who could light up a room with his smile yet he was so troubled he took his own life. A sister who was a beautiful mess but nonetheless, MY sister. A dear friend taken much too early right when she got all she ever wanted- an amazing child she adopted. My mother, who I have no words for because I can’t explain how she affected my life in a myriad of profound ways.
This sorrow is something else- as if there has been a shift in the universe that I cannot see. It’s deep in the marrow of my bones. My heart is heavy, I want so to ‘forget it all’, and go on my merry way, ignoring . Can I make a difference in all this and make sense of all the injustice and hurt to others I have seen?
When I was young, I could move away from my discomfort- youth is so naive and resilient. I am not young. I cannot brush this aside like Scarlett in GWTW- “After all, tomorrow is another day.” I am sitting with this discomfort and trying to dissect it, so I understand it.
And that’s okay.