I created this blog nearly two months ago after sitting on the idea for some time. However, since creating this "blog of my own," I've been frozen and unable to publish anything. This is partly due to the fact that I'm a slightly sleep deprived mother of two. The other part is due to the fact that I set high, often unrealistic expectations of myself. I think I've been waiting for inspiration to strike, wanting my first entry to say something sensational. But, in spending so much time thinking about what might be the perfect first post, I haven't allowed myself to just write.
Not tonight. Here's to silencing the inner critic and striving to think less so that I might do more.
Snow
Snow in the park, snow in our yard
Snow on our roof, seeping through, spotting our kitchen ceiling
Hand-shoveled mounds of snow lining our driveway
Snow piled along the streets
creating walls like the parting of the red sea
as cars creep, weary of what they can't see beyond the next bank.
Cold days, whipping winds, and brilliant sun.
My thoughts clear as I trudge through this frosty Narnia
peering at sunlight gleaming through barren trees
