Ah. Can you hear that? Imagine the longest (in my mind) email 'whooosh' you've ever heard - it's the echo of the manuscript being sent off early this morning. I always think there should be a more dramatic way to send off such a thing that's been so dear to me for so long – perhaps with a quill pen signature on the top of it's two hundred pages wrapped in twine and delivered by Johnny Depp on horseback - to my dear and lovely editor who will now manage to make some kind of sense and order out of my butchering of the English language and unclear ramblings and run on sentences (much like this one).
So that was today.
But I also want to tell you about yesterday. Because yesterday was my three year blogaversary, or blog birthday or whatever it is that we call these things. I've come to think of this near-daily writing here as a cup of coffee that we share each day in my 'living room' on the internet. If you will.
It's been three years full of many, many things in this area of my life - support, creative inspiration, friendships - some that have been lucky enough to grow beyond the computer, opportunity I never could have imagined, lots of learning, and of course a few challenges and frustrations along the way too. But one thing that happens for me in this space is something I never could have anticipated. (You can tell I'm going down the path of gushy now, can't you?)
You give me hope. (But it's true.)
Because, you see - though this was initially a surprise to me - I've come to learn how very different we all are. From your comments and emails and your blog links, I've discovered that some of us are parents and some are not; we are Christians and pagans and atheists; unschoolers and public school teachers; republican and Green; crafters and not so-into-the-crafting; in the US or clear halfway around the world from my home; women and men (yes!); some of you are in school, while there are others who are caring for their grandchildren. And so many more examples I've seen, and everywhere in between. We are as different as we can be. And yet. There is something. Something that brings you hear each day (or week....or even just 'once in a while'). And that 'something' may be defined very differently for each of you and may very well be a number of things. But I think it has something to do with our common goals to find a little bit of beauty in our days; to add a little more mindfulness to our lives; and perhaps give a little more respect to the little ones in our lives.
And this? This, my friends, on the best of blog days fills me with so much hope and beauty about the world and the children in it, that it often brings tears to my eyes. So, thank you…thank you for reading, and thank you for seeing past our differences, and thank you for finding what we share in common. Thank you for filling me with a little more hope about the world. And thank you for the ways in which you seek beauty in your life and just as importantly - the many ways in which I know you share it. You inspire me.
Happy three years to us!