Let there be light

Welcome to the beginning of my corner on the internet, where I invite you to join me in exploring the light even when there’s darkness, finding some way through the confusing and troublesome parts of life to the beauty that lurks.

Don’t get me wrong, sometimes it just, well, it sucks.  Some days really are no good, awful, and senseless.  I am not here to tell you that cancer is a wonderful gift, that broken hearts reveal who we are, or that mean people just need hugs.  No, I wouldn’t do that to you, and I’m not in the greeting card business, so I’m not going to give you platitudes about having a good attitude.  But still, somehow, I believe that in the shards that sometimes lie around us, there is goodness, joy, and light to be found, despite it all.

I’m not a theologian, and I’m not even religious, but I have faith that if we look hard enough, we can find those pieces of joy, and the light they emit will heal us, and give us what it takes to keep going even on our hard days.

In the days, weeks, months, and even years to come, on these pages I’ll explore what’s happening in my life, in the world, in my community, and in the corners of my mind, as a basis for this argument.  I’ve got plenty of fodder: as a single, divorced mom who works full time, I know a thing or two about balance (ha! I didn’t say I knew HOW to balance, what I know is that it is dang near impossible and I know because I KEEP TRYING!); as a divorcee I know about the shards of bad relationships (and I have some great first date stories – that is, my friends tell me they’re funny, but it’s a little less funny when it’s my life!); as the mom of a teenager there’s plenty to talk about.  I’m ravenous to talk about feminism, and the new uprisings I see (will I see YOU in Washington, DC, at the Women’s March on Washington?  I’ll be there!) and both wonderful successes and dismal failures to explore; in our current political climate there is plenty of grief to explore (and hopefully a lot of light to find; I’m still working on that, because I’m feeling rather bleak).

And don’t even get me started on what it’s like to be middle aged.  Me – middle aged.  Seriously, how did this happen?  This can’t be true!  And yet, yes, by every definition, I am middle aged.  There is not a lot of guidance out there for this age group: I am not a desexualized crone, but nor am I lithe and nubile (note: do not accidentally click on the links that come up when you do a dictionary check on “nubile” unless you are prepared to see those results).  It really is an inbetween time, and I think we should talk about it more.  I’m gonna talk.  I have a lot to say, and I want to hear what you have to say, too.

However you’ve found me here, if you are friend or stranger, thank you for joining me.  It gives me a lot of joy to find others who care about finding goodness and joy despite it all, to find others who believe in stubborn gladness.*  I can’t wait to get started!

Welcome.  Let’s do this – and let the light enter!

* I really wish I could take credit for that glorious phrase, “stubborn gladness”, but it’s not mine.  It’s from Jack Gilbert, and you can see more here: A Brief for the Defense .

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