Catching Up: a few favorites

This was from my mother's house. She was a librarian who loved poetry and people. This  describes her heart perfectly. Our first names have the same meaning, and my middle name means house. This is one of the legacies she passed to me.
This was from my mother’s house. She was a librarian who loved poetry and people. This describes her heart perfectly. Our first names have the same meaning, and my middle name means house. This is one of the legacies she passed to me.

Hey, if you are reading my blog for the first time ever, I’ve gathered up a few favorites.

On the dusty back roads of your life, I hope you’ve found my humble abode here the perfect stopping place for a little rest and re-direction.  On these kinds of roads, you meet all kinds of private kinks…. and choices….and faith is hard to grab onto or materialize when you most need it.  Those are the moments I am digging into.  When there’s no one there with the step 1,2,3, and platitudes about God have already been abandoned.  When the details matter about what you believe and hold onto, and what you let go of in order to survive. Read more

Sheer Drapes on My Windows

“I keep sheer drapes on my windows. It seems I cannot decide whether they reveal or obscure.” –Ruth Simons, artist and creator of Gracelaced

 

All of us walk a fine line as we decide what to reveal what to hide.  We want to be known, yet we know we must be protected.  We know we must share, but we must be careful.  No pearls to swine; no wasted breath.  No useless boasting; no pompous fluff. But then we sideline ourselves and wither in self-criticism which we then super-impose on others who ARE sharing. (We’d rather share nothing than be criticized for over-sharing.  We’d rather sit in a corner than face the possibility of being misread, misheard, misinterpreted, mistaken for arrogant.) We push through, however, when we see that eventually we must take a turn, a stab at it in this conversation.  For better or worse, we have an instrument to play in the orchestra.  The sooner we start squeaking something out, the better.

Because Ruth’s “Drapes” represent so accurately  my own dilemma as a writer,  and because she is a friend whose words I am delighted to borrow and share, “Sheer Drapes on My Windows”  was the title of my first published book of poetry. Later, my music became published under this as its separate, official name for bookkeeping, tax purposes.  Now as my passion has grown for helping others I continue to grow as a self-publisher and self-publishing consultant.