What is it I need?

If you are my Facebook friend, you’re probably at least aware that I’ve been doing little “creekside chat” videos every morning, whether you watch them or not. I started making the little videos for a few reasons:

See what I mean? This is the view from my kitchen window. WOW.
  • My new home is so very beautiful and most of the time I’m here alone and really just want to share it! I sit on my little bench and look around, wishing I could say to someone, “Look at that! Isn’t that amazing!”
  • My friend in NZ, Kirsten Duncan, said something to me that hit me right in the most vulnerable spot I might have — and I mean that she hit me with love, and started the process of changing something for me. My whole life I’ve been so ashamed of my mouth and teeth and she said, in passing, that she loved to watch my mouth move, and friends in Oz and NZ always say they love my accent — so that’s a twosome that wrapped love around the things I feel most vulnerable about. I first just made a tiny video sitting in the car waiting for Marc one Saturday, and their comments were so loving and encouraging that I got the idea to do more of them. They began as an exercise in courage and vulnerability and forcing myself out of that little shame prison.
  • Starting my day saying hi to the people I have in mind when I’m talking has just been the best gift. Whether they watch (happen to watch a specific day, or watch at all) isn’t even really the point. The point for me is that I’m seeing their faces when I talk to my phone, even though the literal face on the screen is my own, and so I get to speak directly to people I love, and share my place with them.
my humble little bench, where I sit by Hatchery Hollow Creek and record the chats

I generally keep the videos at five minutes or less, because it feels silly and self-indulgent to just ramble on and on and on – and since I’m just talking extemporaneously, talking for longer than that doesn’t even really feel possible! Most days I don’t have the first clue what I’ll say, when I’m approaching my bench — I know I’ll start with good morning, but then the rest is a mystery to me.

SO what has surprised me so much is how deeply those brief chats have satisfied my need to talk. I think this is why I haven’t been writing here — I already said what I had to say, and after that I’m content to be here in silence, happily alone with my thoughts. Who’d have thought? Who’d have thought that talking to myself out loud — with an assumed Other — for such a short time is really all I need?

My first husband, Jerry, was/is an almost completely silent man, and not emotionally expressive (at all) and also not very affectionate or connecting. I know I’ve told this story before but it’s so heart-breaking; I told him once that I knew he could be affectionate, I’d seen him do that with the dog. He told me that the dog didn’t demand it, and then later that he could be that way with the kids because they did demand it. It was so lonely living with him. Another time he said there was no point in trying to be that way with me because I was just a bottomless pit, and however much he might give would never be enough anyway. I still wince at the cruelty of that comment. But it turned out that my needs really aren’t that big — maybe I learned to thrive on just a little — and this talking thing is another one like that.

I have the most loving, generous, encouraging people in my life. Dear Mudd has suggested that I create a YouTube channel for the chats, and that’s on my list — in that case I could add them here. At the moment I have plenty of work, and as a starving freelancer, work takes precedence over everything else when it’s available. If you follow this blog and are on FB, but aren’t yet my FB friend, click this link and then send me a friend request! At this point, my feed is generally photography, poetry, stuff about books, stuff about my grandkids, and these little daily chats. I had to stop posting about politics (though I slip once in a while, increasingly rare though) because it was keeping me too angry. So I hope my feed is mostly about beauty, and my little daily visits with my friends.

I’m not saying I’m abandoning this blog — perhaps I’m just in a fallow period, as happens to all of us who blog. This is just a little note of explanation, and a waving to you. <3

the last post of this year! YAY!

So! Here we are at the end of one of the worst years of my life, but let’s just look ahead, shall we? I’ve been busy this morning getting the new year set up for a fresh start. On Friday I’ll get my crazy-long-messy hair cut (but I think I’ll keep it long); I joined the YMCA (there are a couple of outstanding branches minutes from my house) and signed up for a weight training class for women and I may sign up for swimming lessons; I filled out an application for a library card and will take it to the neighborhood branch (which is alleged to be one of the best branches in the city, lucky me); and after I take my car to the dealership at 11:20 for a bit of a tweak, I’ll stop by the grocery store to stock my refrigerator with some good fresh food. That’s all good, right? I’ve been feeling so out of control, and the remedy for that feeling is to exert control over the things that you can and try to accept/let go the things you can’t. Well I may not be able to control much, but I can at least control my hair. 🙂

I also shot another little 5-minute video of my place. Want to see? I sent out a link when I first moved in, but it looks different now because almost all the big stuff is in place and I’m left just needing to decorate the walls. Here you go! (If you are an email subscriber, you’ll have to click through to this post to see the video.) I even make one quick appearance to wave at you.

“My house / is a very very very fine house.” Yes it is. I wish the thumbnail weren’t of the mostly-empty guest room, but then again maybe it’ll lure you to Austin to see me……  

So out with the old, and in with the new [me]. A friend sent me a backchannel message this morning about assigning intention words, power words, to the year. For her, and she suggested for me, 2013’s word will be steady. I think that’s brilliant, it’s going to be my touchstone word for the year. Steady as she goes, steady as a rock, slow and steady wins the race.

this-n-that

First, in case you didn’t see it, Louie as Lincoln, on SNL. Watch it all the way to the end, seriously:

DAMN. I wrote a whole post, lots of stuff, good stuff too (but not brilliant, and at least not as heavy and dark as I’ve been) and Squarespace saw fit to get all funky and funk the funk up. I lost it. And I don’t have it in me to redo it this morning, need to get to work, so this’ll have to be it. 

Happy Monday y’all, hope you don’t let a little technological squabble stop you today.

this-n-that

First, in case you didn’t see it, Louie as Lincoln, on SNL. Watch it all the way to the end, seriously:

DAMN. I wrote a whole post, lots of stuff, good stuff too (but not brilliant, and at least not as heavy and dark as I’ve been) and Squarespace saw fit to get all funky and funk the funk up. I lost it. And I don’t have it in me to redo it this morning, need to get to work, so this’ll have to be it. 

Happy Monday y’all, hope you don’t let a little technological squabble stop you today.