why I

I've been thinking a lot recently about why I keep this blog. I am sure plenty of people out there have the same thought—why write here when all around, all around, are writing too?

Who is listening? What do I have to say that matters enough to present it here?

Who am I to presume so large and so boldly?

I am a single drop, tiny amongst the others,

drop against drop against drop.

Which makes me small and large at once.

Together, we form a body of sweet water which combined, are our drops connected, and separately are our thoughts, dreams, accomplishments and sometimes, our fears.

I am a drop connected. With or without anyone watching,

here in my own pocket of space, I know I am

connected.

No matter how small my thoughts, I am connected.

No matter how small I might feel or afraid, or

empowered or

fine

—like the sea or like sunlight—

I am connected.

Which is why I write. Why I write here.

I write about homeschooling but I am more than a homeschooler. I write about writing, but I am more than a writer. I post photographs but I am more than a photographer. I write about my children but I am more than a mother. I write about my depression but I am

so much more than that.

And I write about the joy.

I should mention that I write about the joy!

I find it.

Am so grateful when it comes.

I write it down, I mark it with a smile.

And, now that I think about it,

I am, in fact, no more than this.

The joy,

the parts that make it

and

the parts that stand beside it.

Even as hard as those parts are.

To these parts and particles, my words bear witness.

So…

Here I am and here

we are.

All our drops connected and separate.

All our tiny particles shining inside.