Why it takes a village

No one ever said life would be easy, at least not to me anyways. As a young girl I remember having the support from people around me. I had 4-H and Girl Scout leaders, members from the church, babysitters and even my friend’s parents took me in under their wing.

It wasn’t that I didn’t have my own support circle at home either. I grew up in a loving family raised by both parents and an older brother. I am even lucky enough to my first family in my life: my biological mother and father. So you can see it’s safe to say I was well loved.

FeedEven with all the home support a child could ask for, it was still vital that I had that same level of support and understanding from people in the community.

While I was watching students perform at an art festival on Thursday, it brought me back to my younger days. My parents always believed in me and supported anything that I wanted to do, but they were my parents, and that’s what they are suppose to do.

As much as I would like to think that my parents are super heroes they can only do so much. It took art teachers, community volunteers and sport instructors to really drive it home that I was capable of doing what I wanted.

Not only did these people lend me their support, but also they offered me their expertise and knowledge. Certainly one or even two people could never provide me with what all these people who cared about my future could.

Hopefully I explained myself in a way that makes sense, because it really does take a village to raise a child. Not that children are particularly difficult, but if each person in that child’s life takes the time to pass on their knowledge that child will be better equipped to tackle what life throws their way.

Learning to be an opportunistic photographer

The warmer weather definitely makes it easier for me to get out and take more pictures. The flowers are in bloom, the sun is shinning and the birds are moving again.

I have been going for walks as often as I can, sometimes two to three times a day if time allows. There are a few spots that I go to right in town that doesn’t require a long trek in the woods.

PhotoAlong my walks I have notice some seriously beautiful scenery, but honestly if I don’t bring my camera, I am kind of screwed. Even if I can come back the lighting will be different, or I might not see what I saw in the first place.

As much as I love taking pictures, I am not a fan of carrying around my camera with me. For starters it was expensive and not to mention bulky. My camera does have it’s own carrying case backpack type holder, but still it’s a pain.

My two year old does not like it when I stop for photo opts, but at least when I push him in his stroller I have a place to store my camera. As long as I don’t stand there for ever he is usually pretty understanding.

I have noticed the more I bring my camera, the more pictures I get to take. Seems like a no brainer, but how often do we see something beautiful and wish we had in fact brought our cameras? If you are like me, it happens a lot.

So the short of the long, bring your camera. If you see something at least you will be able to take a picture of it.

Why Writers’ Groups should include writing

Regardless of how often writers’ groups meet, they usually all operate the same way. Writers come together and share their writing and brag  about all the great stuff they have going on.

PasteThere is certainly nothing wrong with any of that, unless you’re like me. I am not a traditional writer. My mind doesn’t think in chapters, characters and solidified genres. It’s true that I want to be published, but mind you it will be self published, because my book will likely mirror my thoughts and include a little bit of everything.

Even when I went to writers’ group that were limited to two hours I felt antsy. I wanted to be productive. With all these great ideas flowing around me, I just wanted to write. But I didn’t want to be rude so I didn’t. Then you also have those people who never get around to writing, so really they would have nothing to share at these types of writers’ group.

That’s why I think there should be writing groups where actual writing happens. Writers write, so why put them in a room just to read and listen?

One of my favorite ways to write involves as well known exercise called “First Thoughts.” It’s quite simple, you sit down to write and let what ever comes to mind flow out on to the pages.

Some people don’t like this method of writing, because they feel it has no purpose. What you write isn’t likely to be added to a larger piece or become the next greatest thing, but then again, that’s not the point.

I look at first thought writing as a form of meditation or therapy. It’s important to get past the clutter and junk that gets in the way of what we really want to write.

Creatives have a lot on their mind all the time, and first thought writing gives people a chance to get rid of some of that stuff and free up some space.

I know in the past when I have written about writers’ groups I have gotten great responses about people wanting to go to one. I certainly encourage you to go, and it might even be worth mentioning the idea of writing with different writing exercises to the group.

I mean really, is it such a crazy idea to think that a writers’ group should be a place where people come to write?

Dear house cleaning……

There is nothing like visiting someone’s very clean house to make you realize how lived in yours is. To me the term “Lived in” is a nice of saying kind of messy but in a homey way.

Most of the time I tell myself and accept the fact that there are many other things that I would rather be doing than cleaning, but every once in a while I get the urge to make an attempt to clean.

cleaningI say an attempt, because just as I get done cleaning one room I have made a mess of another.

It is true at least for me, to clean one room another one has to get messy. I mean where else do you put the stuff you just cleaned up right?

I guess it’s really a matter of priorities. I would rather be writing about not cleaning than actually cleaning. I wouldn’t really call it procrastination either, because procrastinating implies that it will get done at some point, and let’s be honest, it may never happen.