Dearma\’s Details


Here goes . . .
August 9, 2006, 2:36 pm
Filed under: Dearma stuff, Miscellaneous

OK, I’m entering the world of blogging. My only trepidation is that I will get addicted and spend more time blogging than living a life to blog about. I suppose it’s better to be addicted to writing a blog than to others things. It’s definitely a way to keep up my writing practice, i.e freewriting like Natalie Goldberg recommends and like I’ve been requiring students to do for 15 years. It’s also a way to record the minutia of my life, keep it all in one place–though I admit I’m not exactly sure what that place is. Some big electronic safety box is what I imagine with the key being a user name and password. It’s not exactly like having boxes of journals that later generations will thumb through and wonder at. Hopefully it will be a tad more interesting than my grandmother’s journals which simply note the weather and her immediate health concerns. Come to think of it that’s what my mother’s journals were about as well. They are a great record of her ailments. Shoot me please if I write even one word about being sick.

This is going to be a healthy blog. Perhaps a little self-conscious, especially at first. I feel myself writing for some unnamed audience, someone like me who enjoys reading witty blogs that also give me occasional practical advice, suggest a good book or film, or let me see into a way of life that’s fresh or exciting. I love reading young mother blogs that my daughter and daughter-in-law send me. This is going to be an old mother blog–maybe there are more of those around. If anyone reading this knows of an old mother blog, please let me know.

So here are the things I expect to write DETAILS about: gardens, books, films, grandkids, kids, spiritual practice (for me that’s Buddhism and Unity Church but stuff I’m considering related to my Christian children will also show up), women’s concerns, especially stuff related to lesbians, a bit of nature journalling and the ins-and-outs of getting along with family. My politics lean left but always feel shakey in terms of certainty, so I don’t know how much they’ll become a part of the writing, but if I get mad enough, they will no doubt make an appearance.

I named myself Dearma when my first grand child was born. I got the name from a book by Madeleine L’Engle’s called the Summer of the Great-Grandmother. Dearma was the name of her great-great grandmother, I believe. I liked the sound of it, sort of like dear-one, an aspiriation I have as a grandmother.

Ok that’s enough to get me started.

ph