Emily Dickinson and Me

Hope is the thing with feathers 

That perches in the soul

And sings the tune without the words

And never stops at all

~Emily Dickinson

Today is the beginning of my new journey as a blog writer.  Well, heck, just as a writer.  Writing has been teasing me for years from the sidelines of my life.  It is something I have always wanted to do, but never had the confidence to actually pursue with any stamina.  I have a dozen journals in my house in which I have written the first several pages and then abandoned in embarrassment. But... there is something about writing.  An elusive quality I cannot describe.  At least a dozen times a week I find myself saying, "OOOOh, I should write about that!" And then I laugh at myself.  These statements always sound as if there is a place already in which to do this writing.  

But there isn't.

Up until now, it has all been in my head.

And, each time I have thought about creating a blog, I have turned away from that because the blogs I have seen seem to have such energetic purpose and so. many. pictures. Sigh.  I guess mine will simply turn out to be whatever it is.  

I am married.  To a wonderful man for 16 years.  We have a beautiful daughter.  She is three and a half.  She is our miracle baby and the light of our life.  I am a middle school social studies teacher.  I have taught for 20 years.  I have autoimmune issues and migraines.  They are a plague upon my existence. I love feng shui, cooking, sewing, reading, spending time with my family, and crafts.  I am learning photography.  I am pretty sure all of this will end up in my blog at some time or another and in different amounts.  But I will share it all. 

Welcome Reader. Glad to meet you.

~Wen