Paper or pixel? Ballpoint or byte? What is the tool of choice When you write?
Written word, as in pen or pencil on paper, has a certain pace it requires. While the pace can be quick or slow, is it more thoughtful than using a keyboard? No, just different.
The keyboard forgives an errant word or phrase quickly but is that always best? Words need to be sought out, studied, played with at times to determine the best fit. When trying on shoes, certain styles just fit better. That doesn’t mean you can’t wear a different style from time to time, to dress up or dress down, but there are styles that become your own.
There are still many words to be placed on this screen, in that journal, in that notebook, on that dry erase board or chalkboard. Choose wisely, choose freely, and if they are to be seen or heard or read to another, choose kindly.
There are so many things happening around us at any given time. Most of these can be learning experiences if we have that perspective.
One path I’m taking for learning this year is reading. I’ve never been what you would call an avid reader, but occasionally do find a book that I have to read start to finish in a day or two. This year I’m working to increase the number of books I read, in part because of a new position I have at work. I don’t want to be a know-it-all, but I do want to be wise and knowledgeable.
I’ve been reading books on leadership, and some on people management and group dynamics. These are goals for work-related tasks. I also have a few books that are in the creative realm, and more that have to do with growing my faith, and how work and creativity are grounded in that.
We are just over half-way through this year, and my stack of books continues to grow but I keep reading and applying what I read.
Fans are running, moving air through the room as the humidity begins to move back to the comfortable range.
Memories from childhood move through as well, with a short film clicking through my mind. The scene is set in the living room of my childhood home with daytime Summer heat lingering, but the blue box fan sits in front of the screen door, pulling in the cooler evening air.
Just outside that door, lightning bugs float in the yard, blinking on and off holding their own conversations to pass the time, with cricket song making up the soundtrack of this hazy film.
As I come back to present day, the sun has set, the air continues to cool, and the occasional notification of severe weather in the area pings on my phone. The fan continues to move the air, and I ponder writing, or picking up the next book to read.
I’ve heard it said, or seen it written, “write what you know.” I know I like observing things, looking for details, and possess a number of other random habits and foibles. (Can a person possess a foible?)
As I work on forming better habits in several areas, my hope is to use this space to build a habit of writing. Writing about observations, lessons learned or in progress, creative thoughts, and perhaps a project and story or two. In other words, this is going to be a catch-all space for any number of things.
I hope continue building the habit of reading, increasing my vocabulary but also my view of the world around me. I also need to make time for creative outlets, whether painting pictures with words, watercolors, or pixels, I need to find my way back to that process to clear my head of unnecessary thoughts and stresses.
While I may not show up here every single day, I want to hold myself accountable to this process. This will be a time of growing, learning, and taking time to exhale. This space is just a small light in this corner of the web. I hope you’ll find a spot to sit a while and visit!
Here is a little bit of my story. It’s just a quick snapshot, but gives an idea of my perspective, and how I approach updates to our living spaces. Just because we rent our space, doesn’t mean it can’t have some character added.
I grew up in Michigan, in the rural part of a county where farms and dirt roads were just a way of life. There is something about seeing the horizon and the vaulted sky above that opens your eyes to the wonder of creation. Seeing storms move in, and watching the lightning flash across the sky makes you feel small, but not insignificant.
I now live in Massachusetts, which is where my husband grew up. I have moved back and forth from Michigan to Massachusetts a couple of times, but we have been here for a while now. Our girls are young adults, and settling in somewhere really hasn’t been something I’ve done.
We have lived in a lot of rented spaces, so changing those spaces has had limitations. Paint, flooring, kitchen design, are things I really enjoy thinking about, but aren’t options for the places we have lived. This however, allows me to get creative with the options I do have! I have to think about things a little differently, and sometimes take a more creative approach to how I organize or change a space.
That makes it fun. With a limited budget, limited space, and limited access to changing things, creativity becomes a priority! While I might not have things exactly how I would dream, it is a journey to make spaces reflect the things I would like. It is a compromise, but in a good sense! It isn’t focusing on what I can’t have, it’s focusing on what I do have, and what I can do with it!
I have some projects in other spaces that I have done, and while we have been in our current apartment about a year and a half, I’m really starting to work on things to make it ours while we are here.
One thing I did, is applied removable wallpaper to part of the kitchen. I work full time, and as of March 2020, started working from home full time. The space we are in is very nice, and I do appreciate it, but wanted to make it a little more personal.
I was able to get it done over the weekend, and added a few strings of Edison-style patio lights around the top of the wall, to add some cozy and soft light for those dark mornings, and now evenings. Simple, quick, but adds character and is not permanent if we should move again.
So that’s a quick snapshot, but I’ll continue to share other projects as they come up.
Home is one of those spaces that changes as families change, but with this year where we have spent so much more time here, it’s an opportunity to think about simple changes or updates that make it reflect who we are.
The art of the written word. When I hear that, I might think about poetry, the structure of a sentence, or the words an author puts in a particular order to convey an idea, a memory, or story.
I also think about the actual written word. Not typed on a keyboard, or phone screen, but written on paper, with pen or pencil, or even scrawled out in waxy blue crayon. (Did you just get an image in your mind from a memory, or a picture currently hanging on your refrigerator?)
I imagine someone sitting at a desk or table, pen and paper at the ready. One arm bent in front, hand steadying the paper. The other hand holding the pen, perhaps tapping their chin as they determine the best way to greet the intended recipient. As they lean over the table, pen introduced to paper, the sound of words flowing out of the pen, floats in the air in a scratchy symphony of thought. A pause now and again to review the words, process the next thought, and the chorus begins again.
Over romanticized? Perhaps. But there is something about seeing words written out on paper or page, that allows a connection to the person who wrote them. There is history in the ink, the words, and even the handwriting, that can be discovered, studied, and enjoyed. This is part of the reason I am grateful that I have a number of recipes in my aunt and grandmother’s handwriting. They were written out by an actual person, who cared to share something they enjoyed, or that I enjoyed and requested.
This is also one of the reasons I put together a journal of sorts, for my girls, and their cousins. This journal has copies of those handwritten recipes, a couple of my own that I wrote out, and some recipes and prayers written by their nana’s hand. I wanted them to know that connection, to know that they were thought of, prayed over, and cared for by her.
It isn’t an archival quality book, but it has those notes, recipes, and blank pages, so they can each add their own favorite recipes as they go forward. I hope they will utilize them, and maybe even pass them on or create new ones for their own children in the future.