The Social Porcupine

There isn't a time in my life where I can't remember writing. But writing wasn't always so pleasant. When I was little I was very proud of my handwritten, self-illustrated short stories. But in my early teens . . . I was nearly ashamed of my struggling novels and hid them from all prying eyes. I needed to write stories others could love. But every story I started wandered away into some unknown abyss. Horrible. Dark. Undefinable. Then, in my late teens, writing changed for me after I joined a knitting group. I found a writing community on there, and we were challenged to write a short story from the prompts given. I'd only tried to write novels, never short stories. At least not since I was little. But over the process of this challenge, of writing several short stories, magic found my pen and something clicked for me. I'd been writing to just to write. I wanted a story to tell – but I wasn't telling the stories I knew. All the novels I'd ...

Girls hiking in their skirts with their guns = exercised feminine rights  I used to hate hiking. But then I used to hate a lot of things. I had been wanting to see Alexa's baby (Alexa is the girl on the far left) and I hadn't actually yet met Keziah (the third girl to the right). I really needed a break from writing and cleaning, and for me that means hanging out with friends. But I don't really like shopping (spending money is stressful, y'all) and I like to be active. So I decided to kill three birds with a stone — I planned a girls' hike up near where Alexa and Keziah lived so I could meet Alexa's baby and meet Keziah. Best "mutli-tasking" idea I've ever had! We had a fabulous Sabbath ( most of us keep Saturday sabbath ) of hiking, fellowship, and fun! When I finally went home I was refreshed and inspired. Great conversations had happened. We encouraged each other, discussed what was on our hearts, and grew. It's hard to expla...

Surprise post for this wonderful Saturday morning!! I have another video on YouTube ;) I've also created a page for The Whatever Girl on my blog ;D  I think most of you know I have ten younger siblings? I try really hard to record when my siblings aren't around... I literally record over and over as they keep coming in on the scene, "Keturah, what are you doing?" "I thought I told you to stay out until I'm finished." "You didn't tell me." Ah, so hopefully you hear mostly music and not siblings ;p  This is another of my own piano compositions. I hope you enjoy it :) 

Another mountain climbed. Another valley crossed. They turned over another cornerstone, opened a new page. They have done much in life. "God, why am I the only christian that had made neither progress in my walk with you, and with the destiny of my life? Am I lukewarm? Neither hot nor cold?" Before me. Behind me. It's the same. It stretches for miles and miles. I continue to move, but the scenery stays the same. An unending prairie - in front and behind. Dull. Lifeless. Void of anything different. Yet, I continue to go. My path is too easy to walk. Yet I find this in itself too hard. Because when something is hard, when it has texture it is easier to keep going. It must also be easier to forget that they even have to walk, and in a way one could enjoy the hardships, because it adds color to life. Their mountains and valleys show progress. All around me, my friends join me on my path for a short while, before heading back to their mountains. I hear...

So, just thought you all would like to see how my mind works... all day these words have been spinning through my mind for no reason whatsoever. :) I say no reason because all I have is not a nightmare, and I want for nothing, and never dream ;)