I must write it all out, at any cost.

"I must write it all out, at any cost. Writing is thinking. It is more then living, for it is being concious of living." Anne Morrow Lindberg


I used to write and journal alot. Somehow, shortly after I got married I stopped. I miss thinking that way. I miss being able to process thoughts and emotions through my pen (or keyboard). There's a part of me that has been, not so much lost, as hiding. Ironically, one of the reasons I stopped was because I felt uneasy writing down private thoughts in a shared life. Blogging is very public, but somehow it feels anonymous too. It's nice to write again.

“Even if I knew that tomorrow the world would go to pieces, I would still plant my apple tree.”

I am a working woman.
I am one who looks for hope in all things.
"I am a mystic, a naturalist and a transcendentalist in one."
I am a mother.
I am a wife.
I am a gardener, canner, simple life liver.
I am a teacher, a quilter, a pacifist.
I am a liberal, tree hugging, justice loving earth mother.
I am striving for faith.
I am searching for patience.
I am listening for shalom.


The quote at the top of the post is from Martin Luther.