New Home

First of, Welcome! I am glad you have come over to my new home.  Its a mess. I know. It still has that odd smell, that unfamiliarity in the air, but it brings excitement, and joy. I am here, and I am happy to be here. You might be wondering why I decided to move. Well, there is a bit of a story there. 

 

Several months ago as I was settling into my new life as a mother of two, in a small village, living in an old crooked but lovely little house, I began to focus on my daily chores. I would force my lazy body out of bed and into a warm almost burning shower. There I would slowly wake up and create a list of all the things I had to get accomplished.

Get Basti ready for school

Take him to school

unload dishwasher

do laundry

vacuum

etc....

And this became my everyday life. I could feel myself becoming fatigued. There was something that was off. I was always tired, happy but searching for something. And then one day I was asked a simple little question. However, it was not simple for me at all. I could barely answer it.  The question was "Do you like this?" I paused. I couldn't remember what I liked. I could barely remember who I was, excpet for a mother, and a house carer. It was quite frightening to realize that some where along the way I had just shut my brain off. Maybe it was consuming too much energy, maybe it had to do with the lack of sleep. 

Either way I decided I could not continuing being an empty vesel. I had to search for myself. And slowly I returned, and with that I recalled my dream and desire to create, to live with and within art, imagination, wonder, color. 

I realized I deserved more. I needed to push myself otherwise I would remain this body that just sits there and watches T.V. at the end of the day like a drone. 

So therefore I decided to create a more professional place where I can showcase my all, my everything, and my daily existance. A place that reminds me I can and am capable of creating wonderful things. A place of my own where the spirit of Shakespeare's sister can come and feed my courage and my inspiration. 

 "I told you in the course of this paper that Shakespeare had a sister; but do not look for her in Sir Sidney Lee's life of the poet. She died young--alas, she never wrote a word. She lies buried where the omnibuses now stop, opposite the Elephant and Castle. Now my belief is that this poet who never wrote a word and was buried at the crossroads still lives. She lives in you and in me, and in many other women who are not here tonight, for they are washing up the dishes and putting the children to bed. But she lives; for great poets do not die; they are continuing presences; they need only the opportunity to walk among us in the flesh.

My belief is that if we live another century or so — I am talking of the common life which is the real life and not of the little separate lives which we live as individuals — and have five hundred a year each of us and rooms of our own; if we have the habit of freedom and the courage to write exactly what we think; if we escape a little from the common sitting-room and see human beings not always in their relation to each other but in relation to reality; and the sky, too, and the trees or whatever it may be in themselves; if we look past Milton's bogey, for no human being should shut out the view; if we face the fact, for it is a fact, that there is no arm to cling to, but that we go alone and that our relation is to the world of reality and not only to the world of men and women, then the opportunity will come and the dead poet who was Shakespeare's sister will put on the body which she has so often laid down. Drawing her life from the lives of the unknown who were her forerunners, as her brother did before her, she will be born. As for her coming without that preparation, without that effort on our part, without that determination that when she is born again she shall find it possible to live and write her poetry, that we cannot expect, for that would be impossible. But I maintain that she would come if we worked for her, and that so to work, even in poverty and obscurity, is worth while."
- Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own

 

So Thank you again for coming by. I hope you come again, and see how things move along. 

Comments

[deanna7trees]

congrats on your new blogging home. i do love your banner. can you tell me the advantages of using typepad instead of blogger...so many seem to be moving over. i hear complaints about both.

[Wooni]

I moved over to typepad, because it has a more professional feel to it, and you can do more if you have a pro account than with a free blogger blog. So far typepad is more organized and they have had less technical issues than blogger. I remember it took me a while to adjust picture sizes and the banner and it took more time to make adjustments ( I would have to search through the programming language to find the specific data and manually change it). In other words typepad has a more professional feel, easier to adjust, and everything is more accessible. Lets see if I feel the same way futher on. :)
By the way I am very happy you came on by.

[jude]

looks good, glad you made the font bigger, much easier to read.

[deanna7trees]

thanks for that info Wooni.