Welcome to my journal, diary, blog, - my station of muse-driven letters.
I've been trying to figure out how to start this thing - keep scrapping and throwing away what I begin and putting off the inevitable. How hard is it really to say this is my blog - about my knitting and my cats? I want some perfect beginning, that introduces me in full, that makes the world see who I am and my worth. No delusions of grandeur.
But I figured out how to start it.
Today is Mothers' Day. I sent my mom a card the other day, and I called today to wish her and my great aunt (my other mom) a Happy Mothers' Day. Both of them said thank you and my mom asked where I had found such a sweet card and said how much she appreciated it. I talked to both of them and read them the latest news on a dear friend's daughter that is fighting cancer. Both wanted to hear what her father had written, and both were saddened by what they heard. It was the way it was written that hit all three of us - not all of us think of what a father's love is like, and this showed it in full. My aunt then told me that the cards I had sent recently were beautiful, not just the card, but what I had written. I blushed and thanked her and she told me I needed to write more, that she feels I have true talent. I used to write a lot when I was in high school and over the years I've stopped, I've hidden from something that I really didn't need to do. Oh, the stories and worlds are still there, just in my head now and not on paper.
So here I am again, actually writing, this time about my cat and my knitting. I'm a lot more certain of my knitting than my writing, but the only way I can get better at either of them is to keep doing them. So this is my journey, should you care to follow it. Welcome.
I love you, Mom. I love you, Aunt V. Thanks for being my inspiration today.
