My Week In Words

My sister-in-law turned me on to a blog called Reading My Tea Leaves by Erin Boyle, and I became a subscriber soon after. My favorites of hers so far are her posts titled, “My Week in Objects.” She displays a few pictures of things that had something to do with her week, then writes a sentence underneath them beginning with, “Because.”

I think that’s a great practice and I’m copying the idea. Only I’m doing it with words.  It seems fitting for me to say I’ve always been a collector of words. I’ve scribbled phrases and sentences I want to remember down on paper since I could write. Sometimes, though, especially since I’ve begun to write seriously, I feel burdened by what I want to remember.  I guess it makes me sad that I can’t reflect on them like I’d like to.  So writing them down in a journal (with a  cute stamp, a nice pen, and a date stamp because I want so terribly to be a DIYer), and jotting down a sentence seems like the right thing for me to do these days. Maybe I’ll designate Fridays to being “My Week in Words” days. 

Because it is lovely learning that you don’t (always) have to be the way you think you are.

Because I’m not sure why, but I was relieved when I read this verse in church last Sunday. I guess it felt good to know I could be afraid of this day.

Because she has such a blunt reflectiveness that haunts me and I wonder what she felt when she saw the apple tree that she planned on climbing being taken away.

Because these are the notes I took in a recent faculty meeting and I thought, “This is what I try to talk about when I write.” Sometimes, I think all I can do is take note of the wonderful mysterious things I don’t understand. Sometimes I wonder if I’d take note of them if I did understand them.

Because my friend Jill told me in this essay why it is I write.