What about me?
The long awaited question that hovers over us…How do we even begin to explain the depths of who we are? What words could be beautiful and complex enough to describe?I think about "who am I?". I should know. What if somebody asks? I am not homemaker nor gardener, that is what I do…so whooooo am I?
Right now I am fingers on keys, heart pondering and searching to be a part of something bigger than self.
In just a quick minute I will be fork flipping bacon and fingers testing eggs. But Nova calls me to be mommy stopping sharp knife on wooden chair. Why must I be anything else but now and here? We are so much more than what we do yet I feel pressured to define me so carefully. I just want to be, to be, to be what I want to be?
I feel fluid like water, forming to whatever happens to be…
And in the end it doesn't matter except for the matter I make. The meaning I place is my own. No need to worry about concrete rules or something I have missed….I am creating…making it up as I go…
What about this blog?
This blog is to lay down words while
In the search for what is meaningful
But when it turns out everything is, what shall I write about? I’ll use this as my connector to the world. To tell you all about how I am bringing back real food to the family table, and sometimes the widowed neighbours table. I see a need for food and it’s been my connector. It is what I do to connect me to the world; to bring meaning and importance. What do you do?
I promise to share my experiences with humour and honesty. I hope you’ll be inspired to live truthfully and free, as I am inspired by so many of you.