In lieu of running forth with shoddy attempts at “Lace Flashes Friday,” I sat still and relished the first few quiet moments of solitude I found myself abruptly in this afternoon.
(If you’d rather be reading one of my flash drafts, click here to peep one of my first publications by Deltawomen.)
Aye, no meditative state sprung me from my momentary melancholy. Rather, I ruminated over looming article deadlines, the laundering I’ve yet to do this week. My mother-women say this beautiful mess is just a phase where tasks + babes draw near, and nearer still, and that I should do my best to slow it down and soak, soak, soak in it.
I did a good deal of soaking this month. As we near this April’s end, I see that it has been most unique.
April: a month meant for re-birth; a month meant for celebration of our Mother, Earth; a month meant for young love and old drugs and the death of one season only to initiate anew. April’s weather forecast alone embodies such spiritual awakening, such alterations of mood and mind that I speak of.
What life I, we, have lived within these weathered days. And what life we find documented within the walls of our hearts, shared forth in this digital age where nothing is sacred as everything is made readily available. Click, click, click.
For fear of being swallowed by my own words just now, below is a list of others’ writings I have consumed in this gregarious month of diamonds:
Happily stuck on Aaron Teel’s collection of flash, Shampoo Horns. It does what flash does best: paints you up with its words laced in double, triple the sentiment, and then it’s off! Leaving you with vivid imagery that will follow you ’round your day-to-day until you just want more–more of the story, more of Teel.
My top three fellow bloggers that write of more than just soggy bottomed-babes and houses that go ick with dirty dish rags are–
- Katie of katykatikate.com is not even close to what you think a
momblog ought to be, for she writes her words as so many mothers wish to speak–cussing, straight truth-tongued and all. I am so giddy I randomly strolled across her page. This post here is a prime example of why her writing should be read, and why I return to her blog when I should be reading/writing my own.
3. If you fancy scouring Pinterest for homespun notions as I do, Jamin + Ashley Mills of the Handmade Home line the ticky-tacky DIY blogs up and shoot ’em with their innovative concepts complete with step-by-step instruction. Coupled with love on their own walls, this duo enlightens us in our own quests to remedy sad spaces by creating walls of light and love within our own abode. It may not be to everyone’s tastes, but for some this is “it.” And who doesn’t want to learn how to whittle a pergola, or a flower/gardening box at best?
Novels, Movels, Shovels
Still simply perusing David Foster Wallace’s Infinite Jest as I’m not keen on protagonists with gobs of dough and little prerogative–obviously my bookmark resides in the first few chapters. I’ll give it another go very soon.
Recently I devoured Emma Donoghue’s Room (read this nytimes book review) within three days time. If you’ve read any of my work, it goes without stating that I favor stories centered ’round a child’s perspective in any capacity. This novel is worth every minute, every gasp, every tear juxtaposed with every laugh that you will inevitably give up within its pages.
I’m midway through J.K. Rowling’s The Casual Vacancy (listening to audio comp. while joyriding about town), and will report back with further rambles. Admittedly, I am in awe of her dips and dives within her narratives regardless if it is within a small town outside of London or elbowed up to tables in Hogwarts.
My book club is becoming more + more enchanted by The Alchemist. Have you read this wee gem?
What say you to this
incomprehensible April reading list? Who or what are you reading currently?
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