The Field Where I Died
at times I almost dream
I, too, have spent a life the sages’ way,
And tread once more familiar paths. Perchance
I perished in an arrogant self-reliance
Ages ago; and in that act, a prayer
For one more chance went up so earnest, so
Instinct with better light let in by death,
That life was blotted out-not so completely
But scattered wrecks enough of it remain,
Dim memories, as now, when once more seems
The goal in sight again…We can thank Robert Browning for that quote and X-Files for leading me to it. The one thing that resonates with me and has for the last 15 years since I first heard this, is the idea of another chance. The excerpt above speaks to life after death but it doesn’t have to be death in the physical sense. It could speak to an end of anything. So what does this have to do with a blog you ask? Good question. It’s my jumping off point. To getting behind myself and saying the life that’s past is over, the scattered wrecks that are left can be put together to form something new and something brilliant.
I’m a mom. It’s a job you start the day your first child is born and you never finish it, you never retire. What happened to that girl before the kids? The one with dreams and aspirations, she’s still there. Not so completely, but scattered wrecks enough of her remain. Well, readers, the purpose of my blog is to share my insight. About life, about love, about why I think the only good music came out of the 80’s and first and foremost why Taylor Swift sucks. I’m going to write about everything because I like one stop shopping.I’m a mom and I don’t have time to read 50 reviews/blogs to get the info I want. I want it all in place.