my so called life OFFLINEAugust 30, 2011
Today I feel
so thankful the blog is growing
and for new followers joining
the lovely journey,
and it seemed like the right time
to share a glimpse of the blogger offline.
Believe it or not,
she is not as preoccupied
with style and vintage charm
and impeccably decorated rooms
as one might think.
The blog often celebrates such things,
yet they remain only a sliver of offline real life.
Style is fun.
But she's more substance.
she is a busy mom to two
free-spirited young men
and to an angelic pooch.
She is a wife to a hard-working,
athletic, handsome wild thing.
She is a freelancer,
on parenting, education,
humor, and lifestyle (earning
precious little dough for the effort).
Two new titles in conjunction with
a magazine for which I write will soon be mine:
lifestyle expert & senior contributing editor.
She has two books in the works but
is scared to death they are crap
and even more terrified
they may be successful.
So she does housework, bakes, and blogs
in her procrastination.
She is a self-taught artist who creates
from places of intuition and pure bliss
almost everyday and who delights
when the creations find homes.
Her art is frequently influenced by struggle.
Crohn's disease, hormonal imbalance,
anxiety, and depression
leave her easily tired yet stronger.
Funnier yet more prone to rant the f-word
with her sister on the phone.
And decidedly more vulnerable yet open
to be filled with God,
and with gratitude.
She is not fabulous...she's real.
She says hurtful things, is a self-loather,
acts selfishly, and is way too vain
for someone with 'substance.'
She keeps messing things up
yet desires more than anything
to get her shit together.
SHE LAUGHS A LOT!
She has real problems she can't
throw money at and then watch disappear.
Here's what I mean:
problems like violence.
This summer our son went to a park
and was assaulted in broad daylight.
No amount of money can erase this.
But she has hope.
all photos mine
Not hope for the problems
to fly away or for her diseased body
and mind to be cured.
But hope that healing will come
in spite of the circumstances.
She would be lost
without her Bible,
Grace with a capital G,
and love from others
springing all around
And she hopes to daily
spread light and love
and inspiration in
to all who
reach for it.
Love to you, friends...and
Peace to you right where you are.