I’m grateful for your boosting words to my morale in the last post as I hashed out my small self-identity crisis. The sun is shining (at least for now), the dark cloud has mostly removed its icy grip from my soul, and life moseys on cheerfully. It always does.
I still have posts to do about Provence, probably two of them, given the amount of pictures. I will likely start on that next since my brother-in-law has to borrow our camera to go to his brother-in-law’s posh chateau wedding where women wear hats and men wear tails and children are neither seen nor heard.
“Sorry?” you say, “sorrel?” I’ll give you a minute to google it.
But all that is put to the side for the moment because I really liked the idea behind the link-up that Galit and Nicole are doing right now. And I’m not even late! For once.
I borrowed a small excerpt of Nicole’s words directly (from By Word of Mouth) because I thought she expressed it well:
In The Lorax, that little man who holds his ground – he speaks for the trees. He is a protector, which brings us to the question my dear friend Galit posed the other night.
‘Who do you speak for?’
And now it’s up to me to speak.
I speak for me, so that whether I am writing about struggles or things that tickle the funny bone or the precious gift that life is, my words still scatter over the field of the internet and produce a harvest of expression that is good for my soul.
I speak for God (not in any sort of legally binding way, mind you). Although I chose to make my blog a place where friends from all beliefs (or no beliefs) felt welcome, God inspires me and his presence cannot help but permeate my words.
I speak for France and it’s culture
(Saucisson: goat, figs, mushroom … and can you tell which one is donkey meat?)
A royal purple gift wrapped in beige silk.
I speak for loss, that it may be filled through expression.
The first year that we get a peach tree in Alistair’s honor and it is already bearing fruit!
I speak for those who have no voice that their stories may be told.
Because when the funds we’ve set aside for their future therapy sessions are all tapped out, and they are clamoring for more, I want to be able to point to all these stories and say,
“What are you talking about? You had it good kid!”
So I speak for them.
I clearly have a lot to say. And I thank you for listening.