“A friend is one who believes in you when you have ceased to believe in yourself.” ~Unknown
My blog began because my friend Karal felt certain that I had things to say that people would want to hear. She was convinced I had a voice. I wasn’t so sure. Maybe, she was tired of my telling all my stuff to her?! I teetered back and forth with the idea, and with the help of a few glasses of wine and Karal doing all the technical work, The Water Witch’s Daughter was born.
A journey of a thousand miles must begin with a single step
— Lao-tsu c. 604-c.531 BC
That first step was the hardest step. I started my blog mainly as a place to store some of my writing for my writer’s group. I never thought anyone would ever read what I wrote. And I had imagined that if people actually read my words, they’d laugh. Not because I was funny, but because my lack of talent would be perceived as a joke.
The creation of a thousand forests is in one acorn.
—Ralph Waldo Emerson
Once I started posting, it got me into the habit of writing daily. That was a goal I’ve tried to obtain for years. I never achieved it with Natalie Goldberg’s “Writing Down The Bones’ or Julia Cameron’s “The Artists Way”, and I had tried. Oh, how I had tried. And maybe it just works for me now because I feel after all these years I’ve settled into my soul and achieved that inner peace for which I’d been searching.
By writing every day, I think I’ve found my voice. I realize my moods change and my type of writing varies. Sometimes I’m serious, other times sarcastic. But mostly what I am is me. I’ve found the layers of me. I’ve learned that I am not one dimensional. I can not be placed neatly in a box because I’d be bursting out through the seams. I have learned to no longer conform myself to rules. I am letting myself develop at my own pace knowing that however it happens it is the right way for me. I can’t be anybody but me, and I’m learning that being me really isn’t such a bad thing after all.
Now, I have even expanded my writing. My first love is poetry. I have actually published some poems. Nothing major, just small anthologies. I’ve done a few short stories that I’ve never sent for publication. I started about five novels that I’ve never completed. Now, I’ve found an incredible interest in memoirs. This surprises me though it shouldn’t because I’ve always been a story teller.
You must have chaos within you to give birth to a dancing star.
— Friedrich Nietzsche
Sometimes words tug and pull, and I can’t get them out. I struggle to find the perfect words to convey a feeling or situation. Those scuffles often exhaust me, and I want to shred the results. But I’ve found that those words are usually the ones that resonate with others. My emotions often confuse me as they ache in my heart, whirl in my head and then tumble carelessly all over the page. I fear that the end result will appear too bizarre to be taken seriously. Then sometimes the words rush out like a cool mountain stream. And those are the times that I feel at home with my heart.
“Birth is the sudden opening of a window, through which you look out upon a stupendous prospect. For what has happened? A miracle. You have exchanged nothing for the possibility of everything.” ~ William MacNeile Dixon
I never imagined the connection I’d establish with other writers nor the profound impact the words of others would have on my own life and writing. I love blogging, and shall continue. However, I have taken such an interest in it that I have let my other creative endeavors wait patiently as they have been stuffed into boxes. I desire to get back to art quilting for one thing. But mostly, I desire to do more writing than just blogging. I want to pull out some old manuscripts and get back to them. You guys have inspired me and helped me develop confidence. I think the time has come to roll up my sleeves and get to it. I have come to the decision to not post on weekends anymore. I’m going to use that time to enjoy my family, nurture myself, and do some writing that is not blog related. If I have words to share, I might post a quick thought or two. However, I am seriously considering posting poetry on the weekends. Otherwise, I’ll still be on here Monday through Friday. I look forward to many years of reading your blogs and exchanging ideas with one another. But mostly I owe you and want to thank you for giving me the courage to follow my heart.
If you’re curious about the title of my blog, see this “Daddy Was A Dowser”.