I have been stitching Monumental Simplicity for days and days. Every time that I pull a length of thread from this ball, I remember my daughter Grace.
Grace's life decisions were huge when she helped me to wind this silk yarn from its skein into a ball. The hour or so of our hands moving in sync during that visit is recalled every time I use this thread.
I had a phone call with Grace yesterday. She's living in England, she's engaged to marry the scientist, and she has a new job in her field. She's very far away. My four children are grown up. They are each so independent, partnered up.
It makes me think about this blog and how I rarely mention my family here yet the back story of motherhood is a crucial part of me.
Writing this blog has given me space to speak about things that I am passionate about. What I reveal in this journal is very inner and even private if that can make any sense in such a world wide web context. My voice has developed.
I'll have to think more about this blogging thing. What is really real?