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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Balance Wednesday- Complete Something

There is something about seeking balance in life that makes one wonder- how do you know when you have achieved it? These posts I write are all about trying to find the balance in work, family, health, fun. But when do I get there? When am I walking the balance beam of life, feeling composed?

 I am pretty sure I don't know the answer to that. Somehow I think it just happens. When you work on something for a long time you learn the tricks of how to make yourself sturdy. Eventually you come to the end of that work. You come to completion; working through a challenge, finishing a work of art, writing The End at the bottom of a page of words. Finding the ending is a good chance to look back and see where you've been, and reassess where you are going. It is a chance to sit still and find your balance.

 This month, my fellow artist's and I have finished our year long Artist Way program. It was a self-inflicted challenge, and started out as kind of a wild imagining on my part. The work brought many upheavals and unexpected insights right from the beginning. As we progressed there were emotional issues and personal blocks. We all fought our demons. Yet, we all pulled through to this end.

 As I sit here now, in a green park under a grey sky with the sounds of happy voices circling the air, waiting to see what words are going to come out of me next, I consider that a year of The Artist's Way really was a wild thing to imagine. So I perch, balanced on the edge of my park bench, wondering what will I imagine next?

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