"You have made a place in my heart where I thought there was no room for anything else. You have made flowers grow where I cultivated dust and stone."
- Robert Jordan, The Wheel of Time
If this blog is a garden, it is definitely be full of weeds by now. I haven't been kind to it, and to be completely honest...I've forgotten about it on numerous occasions and for long periods of time. I know there aren't hundreds of people reading this; I mean seriously - five people checking out this site would be a good day. But, being read by others is not really my intended outcome or achievement here, and I know that sounds ironic seeing as this is a public space and not an ongoing private word doc.
I do 'journal' on actual paper at home, and I fill it with mostly found objects, photos, quotes, etc. that inspire me in some way. In fact, it looks a lot like this site in that it's mostly a record of what I'm feeling, loving, missing, wanting, and needing, shown through the images that I choose to post plus a written thought or paragraph from me. Having a public space vs. my tangible notebook, however, keeps me accountable to the invisible few readers who happen to stumble across this site.
So, I'm going to try to spend more time in this garden, nurturing the inspirational blooms, the beautiful, the items and ideas which provoke thought and essentially, growth. To that same end, I need to constantly be pulling the weeds, the empty spaces, the negative energy that can slowly take over if not tended to swiftly, and let it go.
Nurturing the growth and pulling the weeds -- maybe that's the purpose of this blog. Constant care. Consistent inspiration and ambition. I can wander with purpose. I can adventure while carrying 'home' with me, refuting the idea that 'peace' means I have to stay still.
Goodnight from this blogger/soon-to-be constant gardener.
xoxo
A
