Perhaps some of you are wondering, like I am, “Why another blog?” I’m not really sure, except to say I tend to listen to Andrea where these things are concerned. She’s the person who convinced me to start this blog. Right now, all I can tell you is that writing (blogging) fills a need I forgot I had. Devoting time every day to play around with some words helps me to get quiet, sort out my thoughts and clear my mind. Sure as the World has helped me to think differently about my homeschooling and my parenting. My hope is that Letters from Ladytown will do the same thing for my inner work.
Some of my inner work is writing in the hushed darkness of the early morning, before anyone else is awake. Some of it is walking the pastureland that surrounds my house. Some of it is in conversations with other people. This combination of being still, moving my body and talking it out works for me. It fits how I live and integrates into my day. On one of my afternoon walks back in January, I listened to an interview with John Kabat-Zinn. He equates meditation with mindfulness and being present to the everyday tasks of our lives. For me, this idea was revolutionary. I always had the notion that Meditation meant removing myself from my everyday life, sitting in an uncomfortable position and contemplating the Meaning of Life – some Big, Important, Other Life – “Out There.” Apparently, it is much simpler and much smaller. Pay attention: right here, right now.
I find it relatively easy to be mindful, present and grateful when there is freshly baked bread on the counter, soup simmering on the stove and farm fresh milk in the fridge. And some days, this is the overall tone of my day. However there are those other days where the bread isn’t yet made, the soup is still water and wilted vegetables and the last bit of milk was used to make a cup of coffee that was stirred using the same spoon the cod liver oil was administered to the children with. I woke up late, didn’t do my planning, the schoolroom is a mess and the boys are snarky, snarly and sullen. These are the days I know I need to turn up my inner work. I need to get my butt out of bed earlier (tomorrow), make sure I get a walk in (even if it is 15 minutes), and call someone (usually Andrea). I need to go back and remind myself why I don’t just put my kids in school, buy bread at the store and start my day with an herbal concoction that smells like dirt.
Homeschooling and homemaking feed my soul. They remind me of who I always was and help me to become more of who I want to be. In my imagination, Letters from Ladytown is a place that will hold this bigger vision of what it is I am trying to do here everyday. I hope my writing there will help me to continually ask myself the question ‘why?’ – slightly scary, but also very powerful. Being a part of an entire community of women asking themselves this same question and writing about the courage to live their own answers? Well . . as Andrea would say, “Buckle your seatbelt.”