THE FIRST POST.

Well, here we are.  You and me.  It's been a long time coming...literally years of dreaming, stalling, waiting, pursuing, and running away from the idea of this little blog.  But fortunately (or unfortunately), I couldn't outrun it, and it grabbed both shoulders and shook wildly.  So here we are.  You.  And me.

I read the book Their Eyes Were Watching God By Zora Neale Hurston in high school, and this one passage impacted me then and even more so now.

While I know that I know that I know that I'm supposed to be a mom, and I love my kiddos dearly, motherhood has sort of been like those angels to me.  It chopped me up and mudded me all over.  In my loneliness, I searched for other mud-covered sparks and found women desperate for friendship and relieved at vulnerability.  Somewhere underneath there, a part of me was still buzzing and struggling to find it's way out.

I realize now, as I'm starting to towel off the mud, that I am created to express - in words, in movement - and in the expression find freedom and release.  I'm only recently realizing that it's not just for me.  That's terrifying, and that's where this blog comes in.

I begin fearfully, yet I begin.  For you.  For me.

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