Challenging Myself Again

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Thursday I will begin the month long writing challenge sponsored by Two Writing Teachers.  Even though this is my third year participating in this challenge I am still feeling slightly hesitant about joining in for the entire 31 days.  I question whether I will have the time, the ideas, or even the stamina to last the entire month, but I take heart in knowing I have traveled this journey two previous years and I have come out feeling encouraged and enriched by my daily act of writing and posting each day.

To prepare myself for this challenge I have created 31 templates, one for each day, with the SOL logo and hashtag in the subject line,  I have made a google doc of ideas for days I get “stuck,” and I have my writer’s notebook at the ready to capture those ideas on the fly.

What makes me most hesitant about my ability to follow through with this month long challenge is that any day now I will become a grandmother for the fourth time in two years!  I wonder if the time spent watching over the big brother, or holding the tiny little newborn grandson will keep me from writing.  Probably not.  More likely this bundle of joy will give me many opportunities, and reasons to write, and gush, for authentic purposes. Don’t we write best when we have strong feelings?

I am so ready!  Are you?

I’ve Moved!

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I made a big decision.

I have decided to move my website to another platform.  I began my blogging journey four years ago and I was a rookie.  I simply wanted a platform to write and grow.  The simplicity of my previous platform suited me at the time.

After “slicing” and commenting for three years I have seen many other wonderful sites filled with varying formats and image options.  I attempted to be creative when writing poetry and other craft moves, but was unable due to my choice of the simpler platform.  Now that I have seen what can be possible I crave for it to happen.  I am ready to give it a go and grow to new writing heights.

In my exploration of different platforms I uncovered a site that I had created a few years back.  This site was built to guide me through a rocky time.  It was a place to capture my blessings, in the form of a photo, as a daily reminder that I am surrounded by goodness despite what was swirling around me.  As I looked back on the site and pondered the possibilities I decided to resurrect this site, iblessings, and use it as my new landing page for slices and other thoughts.  It felt right and good to move ahead, like going back home and recalling past times.

Right now the site is a work in progress.  I am learning to navigate this new platform and working on creating a place that suits my needs.  I am excited for the possibilities that this new platform will bring me, especially as I look ahead to participating in my third March Slice of Life challenge.   This move truly is a celebration of my growth in my writing / blogging journey.  I need to recognize that this growth would not have happened had it not been for the “slicing” community that encourages me to continue push the boundaries with the written word. Thank you for that support!

Pause – My One Little Word

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Pause – My One Little Word

My curly headed shadow
on the screen as I write this post

I sit here at my computer thinking about which slice to choose to write about this week when the sun suddenly comes out and streams across the floor and onto my back.  I feel the warmth and I instantly think: soak it in Chris, it’s February in Massachusetts and this warmth is like a gift. 


The warmth reminds me to pause, my one little word. I stop and take it in.  In front of me the lake is a bright reflection of the sky on the ice, a fine blue-silver color that makes the afternoon sparkle.  The puddle of mud on the lake’s edge reminds me that winter might be in the soil but atop that frost lies some indications that spring could be coming soon.  I dream… for I know that March and even April have bore some nasty weather.  I take this as a reprieve and soak in the ideas and possibilities of the spring soon to come. I chuckle at the sun glimmering on the screen, accenting all the dusty spots and dirt.  I pause again and smile.  Someday I’ll be a fastidious cleaner – someday – maybe. 
But for today, for this brief moment, I want to take it in, relish the warmth at my back, and simply pause.

Language Lessons: A Small Moment in Haiti #SOL18

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Last week I wrote my slice while on the tarmac of the Port au Prince airport, waiting for the plane to take me home from my first trip to Haiti.  I had so many thoughts and ideas floating around in my head that I couldn’t make sense of any of them.  A week later I am still processing and reflecting on all I saw and felt.  To guide my writing this week, I decided to take one of my writing workshop teaching tips to heart and attempt to focus on just one small moment, a time that was especially meaningful to me. It was an easy decision as I recalled a 5 year old attempting to teach me Creole.

Language Lessons: A Small Moment in Haiti

Swing set purchased by our parish

They saw me in the chapel and stood there pointing and giggling at me.  I had to leave my group and get closer, to talk to the children and to say hello. As I drew closer I heard them speaking quickly and in animated tones.  I had met these same kindergarten children a few hours earlier in the school playground and they were excited to see me again.  I sat on the front steps of the church and they chatted away in their native language of Creole.  I could only smile at first because the translator in our group was still in the church.  I decided to sit and be with the children for a minute.  They came close and rubbed my pale white arms marveling at my different skin tone.  I got the sense they wanted to know me, to discover more about this person who looked so different from them.  Their chatter was animated and endless and I could only smile and giggle along with them.  I felt embarrassed and ashamed not knowing any of their language and judge the gap might quell their enthusiasm for meeting me, but the children continued to talk on in their native language despite my lack of engaging in talk with them.

My “teachers”

The rest of our group joined me on the church steps and translated for me, telling me that the children were commenting on meeting me at recess earlier in the day.  I asked if they could repeat the word recess in Creole so I could attempt to say that word.  I was told the word was “rekreasyon.”  The Creole language is derived from the French language so unfortunately for me, my long ago lessons in Spanish would not be helpful.  On top of that I did not take the time to learn any words in the native language prior to going on this trip.  I was stumped.  I tried and tried to say “rekreasyon” but I failed miserably much to the delight of the children.  Yet they did not give up on me.  They persisted, they took my chin in their hand to help with the movement of my mouth and cheered me on until I finally gave them a close approximation of the word.  They were so delighted in my success that they shouted a loud bravo and clapped their hands in glee. I am not sure who felt the most pride, me the learner, or the children my teachers. I do believe it truly was both learner and teachers who were filled with pride!  Either way I did not want to let this moment go unnoticed so I took out my camera and after asking permission, I started taking celebratory selfies with the children.  Their smiles were quite infectious and full of hope.  It was a sweet moment of joy.  One that I know I will not soon forget.

Silly Selfies
Video compliments of Alice