I come to this nearly abandoned space without apology. This election has been too big to remain a silent participant.
I have been sitting with my thoughts for two days. I have so many it’s hard to make sense of them. But I process with words. These are just a few.
There is so much grief.
For the nearly 9 years I’ve been present in this space, I have yet to overtly voice my political opinion. I seem to be able to wax on and on about design, dinners, and days in the sun. I’ve alluded to my political leanings with quotes and hints at how I volunteer my time. I can say the same for my religious affiliation. I believe this quote; but now is the time for words. Words matter; they have weight and meaning. In this space I’ve not wanted to offend nor seem intolerant, never wanting to be lumped into one group or category and labeled just a demographic box. But every day millions of my fellow citizens who are anything other than “white” wake up to such a reality — a demographic box. And they are terrified…. as am I.
In recent weeks I heard someone say “liberals take Trump literally but not seriously and conservatives take Trump seriously but not literally.” I’m still processing this pithy summary. But how are we NOT supposed to take him literally when he seemed to repeat the same horrible things? History will be the final judge; however, that is little comfort for those of us here and now.
I don’t have the “Pinterest Perfect” images I thought I might capture during my labor and delivery (you know, a la Kate Middleton). But these images are invaluable to me and was all thanks to my amazing doula for being able to multitask. They are raw and real and capture the energy of the experience. What I’ve written here is not everything I remember from that amazing day; I could write more about expectations, conversations with my nurse and the choice to encapsulate my placenta. But those are stories for another time.
Well, I should clarify, this is not MY birth story, but rather, my son’s! *insert some serious side eye*
Like any lover of good stories, I love me a good birth narrative. It’s got great story structure built right in: an obvious beginning, middle, climax, and then an end. Even when I adamantly didn’t want children, I still loved this narrative. And it’s time I add mine to the history books.
I think we’ve finally emerged from the fog of newborn days….20 weeks later! I think I’ve finally caught my breath. I seem to not only have my nose above water, but I’m actually treading water over here. I’ve got a lot to say. I hope I can find the words to adequately capture the last 20 weeks of my life. Maybe it will all come out all at once, maybe it will trickle slowly. But words are what I need right now to keep this experience in perspective. And I want to remember; I want to not have rose colored glasses when hindsight is all I have. I feel a new strength has surfaced…and lord knows I’ll need it as I find my new pattern of life.
Thirty one weeks…. T-H-I-R-T-Y O-N-E W-E-E-K-S people.
I finally feel like I can spend some time reflecting on this whole thing. Time is such a strange phenomenon and concept. Pregnancy has been one of the most unusual and difficult experiences of my life (and sometimes overwhelmingly amazing). Let’s go ahead and add to that experience the purchase of a new home, a remodel of said home, moving, and having a husband in a major accident and unable to use one leg for 10+ weeks.
I guess I should start from the beginning… (hang on, this is a LONG one)
The dates are set and I’m ready to write! I’m trying something new this summer and instead of trying to organize several six-week sessions, I want people to just come and write when they can. Summer is full of unpredictable schedules, but you can count on getting your creative fix at SWWS every Tuesday and/or Friday starting in June.
So the schedule is as follows: Tuesdays 6:30-8:30pm & Fridays 1-3pm. ($20 per session) || Saturdays June 21, July 19, & August 16 from 9am – 1pm ($35 per session) *If you just want to come try it, your first session is always free!*
SWWS has also joined Instagram. I’m not a big fan of most social media, but this is a platform I can get behind. I’m a lover of words + pictures and I’m excited to engage fellow creatives in this unique space.
I’ve got a bit of an open house at the studio this weekend. It’s part of Preservation Houston’s Good Brick Awards tour. If you’re in the area and you’d like to see the studio in person come on over! Read more about the details over at SWWS.
I’m blogging over at SWWS today about a man with a typewriter and his attempt to connect with strangers through stories he types on the spot. (And there’s just a little about cyber-bullying.) Go check it out! And what about this beauty? Yes please!
Tomorrow starts a new month (*gasp!*) and I’m blogging about taking up a personal, artistic challenge over at Salt Water Writing Studio for the 28 days of February. You can read all about it here; better yet, join me!
(P.S. You can see my affinity for decoupage found my journal!)