Excerpt from “Visitors,” What Binds Us (Finishing Line Press 2017).
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On Having
Excerpt from “To Have A House,” What Binds Us (Finishing Line Press 2017).
I mentioned in the first “On Having” post the idea of pairing this same question with different images. Behold, the second installment. Honestly, I could use this same quote in every post, with every image and see how many tangents my mind can wander in to. No surprise, I have no idea how often I will use this quote, though since we are relocating in the near future it is heavy on my mind. Not that it isn’t ever-present already–the subject of home is near and dear.
It may or may not be obvious (by my lack of posting a photo in a few weeks), that I have yet to figure out a good schedule for me. This struggle has always kept me from blogging in any form, but I love the image/quote enough to put myself out there and flounder along the way until I find my rhythm. Weekends probably aren’t best. Occasionally we do get out of town. And I don’t work in the same way as Instagram phenoms do; I can’t take photos all in one or two days to then post all month. Similar to how I dislike packing for a week’s vacation because I just don’t know how I will feel in a week and therefore unsure what I will want to wear. I want the posts to reflect as much of my inner-life in the moment. So let’s just say, when I disappear for a few weeks, you are witnessing my hermit take over, the one who retreats and never asks permission first.
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On Moving
Excerpt from, “A Way of Life,” What Binds Us (Finishing Line Press 2017).
After my family’s stint with the flu, and the stirrings of warmer weather, I am toying with the idea of posting images twice a month. This past Sunday there was really no good reason I put off on posting. Yes, my brain was extra rusty after the flu. Yes, March Madness was a great diversion on our last day of quarantine. Yes, I spent my spare time on Saturday writing. Yes. Yes. Yes. I’m doing my best on keeping consistent and I’m training for my own personal deadlines. So far a B-. If my grade doesn’t improve then I will readjust my goals. So nice to be both student and teacher.
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On Stopping Time
Excerpt from, “You or I,” What Binds Us (Finishing Line Press 2017).
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On Priority
Excerpt from, “Pupa,” What Binds Us (Finishing Line Press 2017).
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On Knowing
Excerpt from, “As If We Know,” What Binds Us (Finishing Line Press 2017).
Sometimes a post has to be a day late. Happy Sunday. On second thought, I think I’ll loosen my constraints and commit to posting either Saturday or Sunday from here on out. Yes, that feels much better.
Journalism was never a viable path for me as a writer for one reason: constant deadlines. I’m sure I could have been taught many valuable lessons on the art of the deadline but it would have been up hill the whole time. I’m just not wired that way. My wiring is more the lone poet in the woods feeling for where the heartbeat of our world intertwines with the heartbeat of the universe. Sappy, I know. But true. We do exist. Though someone may not know I’m wired this way upon our meeting. I have three children and live in a bustling city. Luckily I’m able to find my need to simply flow with the world even in the confines of so much structure. I suppose I chose family over a demanding career because something had to give. Even if it is merely an illusion that I have the freedom of the wandering poet, I’m able to keep this side of me thriving. I do make the rules in my house after all.
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