Pieces of Me
The pieces of me are not all pretty or neat;
some are complicated, some soft, some joyous;
others are simple, some rough, others brooding;
There are pieces that were handled with care,
treasured and held dear by someone;
Others roughed up and frayed,
weathering the storm as best they could,
a little worse for the wear;
There are pieces that fit easily,
and find their home and security;
Others remain alone, abandoned,
waiting for a place to rest;
The pieces of me are not all pretty or neat,
take them or leave them, but they are me;
Complicated and unruly, but all part of the whole,
The pieces of me are as yet to be complete.
Show me a better way,
and find deeper meaning.
Doubt claims my mind,
and lost in the fear.
Turns come sharp,
storms to endure,
finding the strength,
the need to fight,
come out on the other side,
better than I was before.
I have been doing some thinking about why I came back to the blog after a lengthy absence. Honestly, I have been trying to deal with things that are happening around me, things that I have no control over. Getting it out through words seems to be a good way to let myself work though what I need to, and my passion to share has been reignited. I have also been reading other blogs and seeing that I am in some pretty good company. Sharing thoughts and words is cathartic for me, and open something that I need to express and it seems I can’t in any other way. I find more passion on the page, more passion in putting into words what is going on in my head, and sometimes in my heart. It isn’t always easy, or pretty, but it remains necessary, and hopefully I will keep at it.
Sharing this great post I just read!
An ode to blogging!
I blog to express myself
I blog to share
I blog to get things worked out in my head
I blog to remember
I blog because it’s fun
I blog to get writing experience
I blog because I can
Today I was spontaneous, yes, moi, and did something spur of the moment! I went to a blogger meeting with fellow lady bloggers in our area. It was nice, if not a bit intimidating, since I feel kind of like an amateur. Meeting at a local do-it-yourself frozen yogurt place was fun, and close by, so good for a Sunday outing when it is rainy season. Arriving early, of course, only uped my anxiety level as I waited for the others to arrive, hoping I would have something productive to say. I, of course, spilled some yogurt on myself, and my raincoat, so it went much as I expected; I was utterly graceful and delicate! This go round I simply wanted to take things in, my usual style for sure, hoping to get a feel for things and the fellow lady bloggers. It was amazing seeing other women who enjoy blogging, and about so very different topics. I was inspired once I came home to create a business card to go with my blog design. It is a great, easy way to share your info on the go, and it is pretty easy to DIY also. So, I have taken my first lesson from a blog meetup, and just add it to the others shared along the way. As she reminded me, blogging is about self-expression and meeting other people, where judgement isn’t passed and being true to yourself is all that is expected. Overall it was a nice, albeit rainy, Sunday in my world, and figured I would share that I feel like I have gained some inspiration and insight as I navigate my life, and my blog. Not a bad days work, that’s for sure! And remember, bring your raincoat, it’s July in Florida ;0)
My love of books and reading, along with my deep desire to write has made me think about the power of the written word. The power an author has in their words placed on the page is tremendous to behold. Authors take the reader in, hopefully if they have great skill, and essentially share their “world” with the reader. Whether it is fiction or nonfiction, the author is the ultimate creator of what the reader experiences. The phrase the pen is mightier than the sword comes to mind. Seeing just how much damage a scathing article can have on someone, or how deeply people come to love characters in a favorite novel or series, makes it apparent how deeply we connect with the written word. I have a friend and real blogging maven, who I am always amazed by how she can share an experience, making it come alive somehow on the page. There is something compelling about sharing one’s emotions and thoughts on the page, because somehow in writing it down, the emotions behind it feel stronger or more visceral. That also allows some sense that those feelings or emotions have been worked through in a more concrete manner. Giving expression to what rages inside feels necessary somehow, and the pen seems the most expedient way of going about expressing emotions, and working through something nagging at the mind.
I was so stoked, the other day I see on Barnes & Noble’s website they have a new page to publish your own ebook. Seems like real serendipity when I have been playing around and actually trying to work on my own book that this little page comes along. Seems like this could actually be something I can actually do, who knows, I could sell a few books could possibly have reason to say, yeah, I write books ;0) I guess sometimes when one puts their mind to something things might just fall into place, they end up on the right path and need to follow through and go for it. I guess I have no excuses now, nothing really preventing me from giving it a real go and saying “yes I can.”