the new Me; a new year

This change had been coming. It had been festering. I needed something different.

I'd like to thank Angie for rocking this new banner and for really helping me identify what I was after. I wanted a room of my own, a view of my own to inspire my own writing and thinking and believing in myself and my world, again. (Thanks, Angie!)

But, I didn't want to let go of the idea of these letters completely. I just didn't want to feel confined to writing letters.

Between the Lines ... it's the rest of life, isn't it? How much goes unsaid between people? I think about all that happens in my day -- a mere 12 hours -- and how much of that I cannot easily convey to anyone, including my husband.

Sure, I give the highlights -- Jadyn's drawing circles; Liana's making piles -- but me, my thoughts, this motherhood trench, gets lost in all of the day's energy.

But, here ... here, is where the rest -- the stuff between the lines, between the acts -- unfolds.

Not much will change -- only everything, just like every day.

Edited to add: Couldn't you just sit under that tree all day?


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