Happy JuneJune 4, 2013
At home in the worldFebruary 16, 2013
This post was first written in pencil, in my notebook, where most of my beginnings take shape. It’s the book that holds drafts of my wedding vows, and the speech I gave at my sister’s wedding reception. Entries on birthday celebrations, notes about trips, some pressed leaves. Treasured things.
Sometimes I read these entries to John, but mostly I tuck them away. Filed in the top drawer of our night table until something inspires a revisit. It’s important to me that this first post also be written down, thoughtfully considered and saved, even though this is the start of a different type of journal. I hope this can be an open dialog of pictures and musings shared with friends old and new. A record that won’t be tucked away, one that can be revisited often.
Before writing the third, and final, draft of this post I vacuumed the house, walked our greyhound Wallis around an extra block, came home and ate poached eggs on toast. I felt at home in the world. Ready.
I will get quicker, more scheduled and efficient, but until then there’s time to savor this first one. Time to wash the dishes and look out the window at the last weeks of winter. Time to think about spring and new beginnings.