We have been traveling. Our cell phone and internet coverage has been spotty and in some places we’ve had none at all. As a result my routine, which usually means I wake up when Emma comes into our room, (anywhere from 5:15AM – 6:00AM) get dressed and go to my studio where I begin the day by writing, has been disrupted. The beautiful thing about traveling is that there is no room for routines. We’ve spent a few days with my sister, gone on a rafting trip down the Colorado River, gone horseback riding, gotten lost, spent time with one of my brothers, hung out with one of my cousins, (I have a large and sprawling family that live all over the United States and even world, and my mother’s house is often the only place we get to see one another.) So it’s been really wonderful and lots of fun.
When I have gotten up early enough to write AND the internet is cooperating, I have begun a post only to have Em say she doesn’t want me to write about the topic I began writing about. In fact, I have started three different posts, and Em has shot down every single one of them. This could be seen as a bad thing, but I don’t view it that way. I see this as an incredibly good, no, a great thing. The first time I told her what I was starting to write about and asked her permission, she said no, I was surprised. The second time I began writing about something else and asked her permission, I was surprised and amused when she typed “no, I do not want you to write that.” The third time I thought – this is great! Great because this blog began with no thought of her opinion and has evolved to represent only what she agrees to and may well end because of her thoughts and opinions.
What all of this means is that I haven’t been writing every morning.
So I will end with something Em typed to me the other day and told me I could post. She typed, “Language is an awkward way to communicate.” She would not elaborate further and why would she, as that sentence says it all.
The Rocky Mountains