When I ventured out onto the blogging branch from my perch in the forest I worried it wouldn’t hold me and might crack under my weight sending me tumbling to the ground below. I am a forest creature as my kids often point out. To be most accurate I am an arboreal velvet nosed mole who lives in a nest constructed from moss, rose petals, tears and blue jay feathers.
I worried that this blogging venture would leave me exposed to the world. It surely was uncomfortable at times. The most uncomfortable parts being when I needed to promote myself through social media. Ugh. Self promotion is not one of my talents and so I find that I have pulled back from that aspect of blogging, I just can’t proclaim one of my recipes “the best, the greatest” or anything like that. I envy those who can.
When I started this little online journal of memory-and-recipes and hurled it into the starry night sky it was cold and dark and the stars swirled silently in the black. There was a commotion and the flapping of wings and my little journal of memory-and-recipes didn’t fall to the ground lizard-like with a thud but was caught and passed from hand to hand. You who are reading this right now caught it, read it, passed it along.
MIMI : It’s out again
Sorry about your friend
Would you light my candle?
I have formed friendships across the sea, like with the raven haired, seashore dwelling witch Nico from Yumsome. She has held my hand firmly as I stepped out of my comfort zone.
Last February I left a comment on Demeter’s Beaming Baker blog:
Ten most popular Savory Recipes of the year:
Ten most popular sweet recipes of the year:
I love all things
that have gentle sweet smells,
that speak of love, of spring,
of dreams and fanciful things,
those things that have poetic names …
Do you understand me?
-Mimi, La Boheme