Self-Discovery
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Breaking the Silence
The chill morning air was filled with voices, each individual call echoing between the cumulus clustering to obscure the sun. I stood on the breakwater, my feet pointing towards the waves disintegrating into foamy droplets the moment they reach the large concrete blocks, my spine angled back to compensate for the steep stone slope. I stood there mute, as the gulls and the terns, the starlings, the ducks and the cormorants all sang their songs to the numinous nothingness. Cries and chirrups, tweets and twitters and poignant, long drawn out, mournful wails that pulled at something essential, right at my core. And still I stood silent, staring out at the…
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Confessions of an Inconstant Blogger
“Every blade of grass has its angel that bends over it and whispers, Grow, grow…” The Talmud When I read that quote last night, it just about near broke my heart. If even the blades of grass have angels encouraging their growth, then where was my angel? Why was I not growing? Sometimes it’s easy to feel like we’ve become stuck. Jammed into an in-between space where its uncomfortable, we don’t really fit, but we’re not altogether sure how to get out of our stuckness. Or, and this is somehow even worse, that we can see so many ways to get out of our stuckness, and the sheer number of…
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Reading Resistance
This is the final post in my Summer Read-Along series on Audrey Niffenegger’s The Time Traveler’s Wife; it was supposed to go up tomorrow, but due to weekend plans, I’m posting it a bit early! To post a comment or add a link please scroll down… It’s funny, because this isn’t the final post I envisioned for this series at all. I had thought that I’d probably write something along the lines of long-lasting love, or maybe the pain of grief and loss, or even a meditation on patience. But instead, I find that I am writing about resistance. My own resistance, to be exact. You see, when I first…
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5 (Early Day) Summer of Self Lessons
So, the family has now flown to Australia, and I am sitting in a very quiet apartment with none of the usual hustle or bustle that ordinarily surrounds me. It’s been an interesting couple of days since they left, and I wanted to share with you some of what I’ve learned in my Summer of Self so far… 1. I have no idea how to do a food shop for one person, let alone how to cook for one. I visited the supermarket today to buy supplies as my kitchen looks like it belongs more to old Mother Hubbard than to myself. And I must admit that I got a…
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Journeying with the Time-Traveler’s Wife
I am having a hard time, in my tiny bedroom studio, in the beginning of my married life. The space that I can call mine, that isn’t full of Henry, is so small that my ideas have become small. I am like a caterpillar in a cocoon of paper; all around me are sketches for sculptures, small drawings that seem like moths fluttering against the windows, beating their wings to escape from this tiny space. I make maquettes, tiny sculptures that are rehearsals for huge sculptures. Every day the ideas come more reluctantly, as though they know I will starve them and stunt their growth. At night I dream about…
