“That’s wild.”
This phrase has been added to Urban Dictionary and is defined as: “another way of saying ‘that’s crazy’, but with more emphasis.”
Sitting in the coffee shop trying to write about wild in my life, through my perspective, the famous phrase—”one wild and mrmrmememr life”—digs through my brain.
I google the phrase and up pops Mary Oliver’s poem, “The Summer Day.”
Continue readingThis woman’s fingerprints are all over my childhood–camping trips, summers, riding on the center console to the hair dresser’s house. She was at every school play, graduation, hoe down, and choir performance. Less so as I grew up, got married, and moved 45ish minutes away, but it was an honor to write a small overview of her life. My only regret is that I didn’t learn about her life and write about it sooner. I know Christmas in heaven this year is going to be beautiful. And I can’t wait to see the garden you’re working on.
Thursday, 11/16/2017
6:06am
Dear Azzie,
Yesterday you turned 22 months old. You are two months short of TWO YEARS. Where has the time gone?
How does this make me feel?
Scared.
Alive.
Embarrassed.
Like I’m shouting (#fontmatters).
Like I’m drawing attention to myself.
Like a fraud. I don’t write everyday. I have nothing published out there in the writing world. I have many unfinished stories. It’s like I have nothing to back this claim up.
Fake.
I’m a fraud.
Excited.
Like I’m declaring a piece of my soul to the world, declaring the innermost part of who I am.
An announcement of how important and precious and special words are to me.
Brave.
That I can truly see how much good I could bring about with my words.
Isn’t that the whole point though?
As mentioned above, I don’t write every day and I have too many unfinished story ideas, but I am always thinking about writing and words and story ideas. I participating in Story every day–my own real life story, my clients and coworkers’ stories, Naruto and This Is Us, Bible studies and Devo Nights, reading.
Writing and Story is all around me.
Here’s the declaration.
Now it’s time to write and turn the dream into reality.
I took a lot of pictures today. I took some of the walk Anthony and I took around Meadow Vista. I took some of the berry bushes along the side of the road and the sunlight. I screenshot the homepage of the YouTube channel I subscribed to earlier today. I took a selfie of us on our walk. I took a picture of Ant working on homework.
But my camera roll does not accurately represent our day.
Mrs. Writer 