John and Deladis have gone this morning to pick up our new little flock of baby chickens. I am anxiously awaiting their return and using the time with just Ivy and I to get some computer work accomplished – thus blogging. From now on, it is a goal of mine to limit my computer time even more than I already do, and to do it at times when the girls are engaged in other activities or sleeping. Lately, with trying to find our true, tuned in, natural rhythm, I’ve discovered, with John’s help, that this laptop and the work I do on it has become an intruder – no matter how much I value what I do with my computer time. It has become a source of frustration for me, and I am seeking to find the best time to work without making it hard on myself or the girls.
I have been privy to numerous conversations on the point of blogs and blogging. I have heard both extremes and everything in between. It ranges from bloggers are only attention seekers and those who read blogs are voyeuristic no different than those who dig bad reality television, to blogs are the future of spreading true, to the moment news and documenting real history and those who read blogs are seeking to inform themselves from a firsthand source. A recent conversation that I was a small part of hurt my feelings without anyone intending to. It happens often in circles of mothers, all scrambling to do it right, that one or another will say something that either knowingly or unknowingly shoots down a woman who is in the boat with them. It was said that blogs were only self promotion and a strange need of cyber culture to share their personal business with the world, in so many words.
For a minute I thought, oh my gosh, is that what I’m doing without being aware of it? Then, the next minute, I balked and was angry at anyone insinuating that that is what many bloggers do, especially mommy bloggers. Of course, as always, somewhere in between is the correct place to fall. Sure, I blog to hopefully gain some readers for the writing I do away from this site and to make folks aware of my efforts with writing and cultural preservation. If that is self promotion, then so be it. However, I would blog here even if that weren’t my goals. Motherhood, for me, here has been sort of isolating. Finding women to talk with who share similar ideas as mine is a difficult task. I so value any conversation with other mothers no matter their style of parenting, but the fact of the matter is, there isn’t much of a network going on in my area. That is the one thing I miss most of all about the city. I spent so many years without making friends in Louisville and then I had a baby and a wonderful world of networking, attachment parenting/natural family living mothers opened their arms to me. Now, I read blogs of mothers like me. There is a need to know that you aren’t alone in the world – that someone is sharing your struggles and victories. There is a need to be part of conversations with those who share your interests. I blog to be a part of the larger picture.
I gain so much valuable information from blogs. I read very few of them actually, and the ones I do are chalk full of information that I can use and digest quickly as a busy mother with little reading time. If I ever find that my blog is not providing anything worthwhile other than tidbits of things that should be kept to ourselves, like the countless Facebook and Myspace status posts of “I’m taking a shower and then laying down with my man” or “I’ll be at Wal-Mart, then the grocery store, then home”, I’ll shut it down, print what I want to save for the girls to read when they are grown, and take it off the web.
Technology is not as welcome in our home as in most modern homes today. We limit everyone’s television viewing. We don’t have cable or satellite. We have one ancient barely working cell phone. No Ipod. No video gaming system. We don’t miss or want those things, though sometimes a working cell phone would be nice with unreliable vehicles. I didn’t even know what the internet was until college, so to lump all people using computers into the cyber generation is a longshot. I squirm at the thought of paper books, magazines, and newspapers being replaced with computer screens. I’m old fashioned in this way and always will be. Finding blogging was much by chance, and I’m not sorry.
So, in the meantime, I will leave you with the glorious new flower I’ve discovered around our cabin.
This is Joe Pye Weed. It stands about 7 feet tall in most places around the cabin. It is named for a Native American healer who used it to treat typhus. It has other medicinal uses as well. All the beautiful foliage around here makes me want to learn what to do with them. I wanted to share this one with you as I find it exceptional and it has a neat story.
I’m also considering a new look for this site. I’m not sure if what I have now is boring. Let me know what you think.