The End

I recently published my first edited book,  Labor of Love: A Literary Mama Staff Anthology ,  with  Small Harbor Publishing . It's an anthology of writing from  Literary Mama  staff over the past 20 years. It's a beautiful collection and I am proud of the writers and proud to share the book.  It seems a fitting moment, as I pondered sharing about the book here on the blog, to reflect on my life as a blogger, and acknowledge that it is time to officially end this blog.   I started blogging in about 2007, when my baby was learning to toddle, when I was learning how to be a mother and stepmother, when I was just starting to see my way as a writer. I needed it back then. I craved it. I had a variety of blog iterations--family, art, creativity, writing things I delved into. There's a freedom in blogging, a casualness, an easy familiarity that's lacking (for me anyway) in other kinds of writing. I loved blogging and the words came pouring out.  Over the years since then, some
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I am thankful...

I am thankful that I live in a place where I am not daily worried about bombs, fighting, and war raining down from the sky.

I am thankful that my body is holding up fairly well over these 37 years.

I am thankful that I have so much food available to me each and every day.


I am thankful for my mom.

I am thankful for that magnificent modern marvel, the vacuum.

I am thankful for sun-dried tomatoes, broccoli, and Tofurky.

I am thankful for His Holiness the XIV Dalai Lama and his teachings.


I am thankful that Barack Obama is our President right now.

I am thankful that I still have a crush on my sweetie.

I am thankful that my kids are growing into smart, energetic, and kind people.

I am thankful that I live in a community of thoughtful, fair-minded, and compassionate people.


I am thankful for the group of writer friends who regularly inspired me, help me, and keep me following my path.

I am thankful for the home I live in and the property I live on.

I am thankful for solar panels.

I am thankful for my family who makes me laugh, holds me tight, offers me inspiration, and treats me with kindness.


I am thankful that I am not hosting a Thanksgiving meal, because I could never get my house clean in time.

I am thankful to be following my heart as a writer.

I am thankful for the Earth, and all the abundant life on it.

Comments

Sue Heavenrich said…
My morning pages yesterday began with 30 ways of being thankful - it's such a good exercise.
About that having to "clean up" to host turkey-day feast: not true. Just pile stuff in a box and wipe the table down and know that folks will mostly be paying attention to the pies. (the box is under my bed & will be brought back out Sat morning when all have left!)
November 23, 2012 at 1:36 PM
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