For my 31 days of writing, I am linking up over at Heading Home and over at the Nester. There are several of us that are taking the 31 day writing challenge. Kate has suggested that we spend 31 days of Five minute writing. You can use the prompts or write about anything you would like, you just need to write.
I am sharing my journey for 31 days as I strive to become more like Him. My prayer is that you can find hope and peace in my words.
"We write to taste life twice,
in the moment,
and in retrospect".
Anais Nin
START
Oh how I love this quote. It is amazing and really reminds me why I write. Life is amazing, and without writing, it is easier to forget the good times and to get lost in the bad. Most of my memories of my childhood are not so good. I really wish that I could remember good things because I know they where there, but in childhood, the hurt far outweighed the happiness. So, I remember the hurt. Oh how I wish that someone had taught me to write back then.
Writing is much like cooking. When I first got married, I was 17 years old and I knew nothing of following a recipe of cooking. My mother cooked with cans and boxes and pre made food. I really wanted to learn to cook homemade.
I remember my first stew. It cooked all day and we had company for dinner. The potatoes weren't done yet and we still crunchy. I cooked it too low. Everyone ate, no one complained, but my husband said, (after the company had left), please don't cook that again.
So, I didn't, but I made other things and I learned. I used to cook amazing cinnamon rolls and sweets. I made homemade candy and breads and pretty much any dessert you can think of. I even got good at it. It took years of practice and lots of failures, but I learned.
When I married my husband now, the hardest thing to blend was the cooking. My kids, loved my cooking. His kids loved his cooking. So we had to learn to blend things together into new flavors and new traditions that became our own.
He does a lot of the cooking. He enjoys it and I don't mind at all. The only thing everyone insists that I have to cook is gravy. That is the must have on Thanksgiving and Christmas. Mom's gravy is still number one. Like I said, I took years to perfect it.
As an adult, I have written a lot. I write poems, I write articles, I write about my love of God. Because so much of my writing focuses on my testimony of the Savior and His love for me, I live it again in the words. I live it first in my thoughts and feelings, then savor it again in the words when I write them down and finally taste my heart in the words again when I reread them.
My hope has always been that my children will someday want to really get to know me, for something besides the recipe to gravy. And that these parts of my life that I taste will somehow inspire them to reach just a little bit higher than they ever imagined.
STOP
Oh how I love this quote. It is amazing and really reminds me why I write. Life is amazing, and without writing, it is easier to forget the good times and to get lost in the bad. Most of my memories of my childhood are not so good. I really wish that I could remember good things because I know they where there, but in childhood, the hurt far outweighed the happiness. So, I remember the hurt. Oh how I wish that someone had taught me to write back then.
Writing is much like cooking. When I first got married, I was 17 years old and I knew nothing of following a recipe of cooking. My mother cooked with cans and boxes and pre made food. I really wanted to learn to cook homemade.
I remember my first stew. It cooked all day and we had company for dinner. The potatoes weren't done yet and we still crunchy. I cooked it too low. Everyone ate, no one complained, but my husband said, (after the company had left), please don't cook that again.
So, I didn't, but I made other things and I learned. I used to cook amazing cinnamon rolls and sweets. I made homemade candy and breads and pretty much any dessert you can think of. I even got good at it. It took years of practice and lots of failures, but I learned.
When I married my husband now, the hardest thing to blend was the cooking. My kids, loved my cooking. His kids loved his cooking. So we had to learn to blend things together into new flavors and new traditions that became our own.
He does a lot of the cooking. He enjoys it and I don't mind at all. The only thing everyone insists that I have to cook is gravy. That is the must have on Thanksgiving and Christmas. Mom's gravy is still number one. Like I said, I took years to perfect it.
As an adult, I have written a lot. I write poems, I write articles, I write about my love of God. Because so much of my writing focuses on my testimony of the Savior and His love for me, I live it again in the words. I live it first in my thoughts and feelings, then savor it again in the words when I write them down and finally taste my heart in the words again when I reread them.
My hope has always been that my children will someday want to really get to know me, for something besides the recipe to gravy. And that these parts of my life that I taste will somehow inspire them to reach just a little bit higher than they ever imagined.
STOP
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