I’m very contemplative about my own vulnerability as a blogger. I have on occasion written very opinionated posts, but, for the most part, I’ve played it safe. Very, very, too safe. There was always so much more I wanted to say. I have written about this struggle many times. Eventually, that post about the thing that devastates me most will find its way into your inbox or feed. Eventually. Because when you hide, you always miss your target even if your blinded aim has been impressive at times.
I want to live an honest life. Writing helps me neutralize my shame and face my failures so they don’t control me. I need to write to be healed, one word, one post at a time.
Kurt Vonnegut said, “Write to please just one person. If you open a window and make love to the world your story will get pneumonia.”
I need to write to make sense of the hell. I need to write like I live. I awake every morning and no matter what, I kiss the day like I was blind, but now I see. I am so grateful to be alive, so glad I’m not dead.
Some 50 years after Christ walked the earth, the Apostle Paul wrote a letter to a church in Galatia, a Roman province. This letter forms the ninth book of the New Testament. This letter means so much to me. Paul believed we should carry each others burdens. This advice is applicable to all faiths. Take a look at what else he wrote:
If anyone thinks they are something when they are not, they deceive themselves.
Each one should test their own actions. Then they can take pride in themselves alone, without comparing themselves to someone else, for each one should carry their own load.
Nevertheless, the one who receives instruction in the word should share all good things with their instructor.
A man reaps what he sows.
Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.
Therefore, as we have opportunity, let us do good to all people…
When we bear witness to the tales of survival we honor life as a gift and we bear the burdens of people we don’t even know.
So, that’s where I am. Where are you? Here are some photos to comprise a field journal from the 47th week of the year. As always, you can click to enlarge most of the images.
Check in the Lost and Found
I continue to work on my art project about missing and lost things. I have a long way to go on it. In the meantime, I continue to see pictures of people and pets on posts. How people we love end up on flyers nailed or taped to light poles and windows is beyond me. I want to put micro-chips in my children.
I saw this flyer on Sunday in the window of the old Rainbow Records store. JaRay Wilson, 16, missing from Weatherford, Oklahoma.
Raking Fall Colors
On Sunday, I took down the lights than hung over our bed of leaves. Why do the best days go so fast? Our giant leaf pile has been crushed beneath the weight of our children. They jumped in and out of it 1,000 times reducing it to a small mound. Yesterday’s freeze didn’t help matters, and with it we have officially entered winter.
People who don’t live in Oklahoma don’t know how long that can be. These are the days I glory in stoplights, the only color around. Here’s a post Cup of Jo linked to this week about how to handle the long winters in New York City.
When I arrived at the office at 10:30 a.m all was clear. When I left at 2:30 p.m. this is what my Jeep looked like.
One of the highlights of my week was having coffee with Mari at my favorite coffee shop in Oklahoma City, Beatnix. It’s wrong for someone who blogs about Gen X to like a coffee shop with that Boomer of a name. Should be Slackers. Beatnix has new owners, so there’s still hope.
Mari is a great writer! Please follow her blog, Mari’s Virtual Notebook.
I have no idea what’s going on here, but I thought I better take a picture and tell you about it.
Here is some amazing fall color from around Heritage Hills, Oklahoma City. Enjoy!
Here’s me having lunch with my younger two children during the annual Thanksgiving Lunch at their school. We take pictures every year.
My new camera is coming in handy during Juliette’s dance and Glee Club performances. We attended Fine Arts night at her school this past week. She did an amazing job with her dancing and singing. I’m so proud of her!
Here are some photos I decided to give a Polaroid treatment via PicMonkey. Both my niece and nephew, Cathrine and Jayson, made separate trips to Oklahoma this month. It was so wonderful having them visit. Cat is a blogger at Life Is A Lyric. She is a very talented, thoughtful writer. She doesn’t know how good she is!
Yes, I misspelled niece. No, I’m not changing it. Please note, I did not misspell misspelled.
My friend Malena, an author and blogger, posted an interesting discussion on Facebook about fake bloggers and the suspicious overnight sensation of Killer Martinis. The woman wrote a post on poverty that went viral and now she has an agent and a book deal. Hmmm.
I laughed so hard reading this piece by Marisa.
How did you spend your 47th week of the year?