Mountain Mama has begun a new “club” called the Blogger Friends Photo Club. This month’s theme is Reflection.
I have been doing quite a bit of this these past few days as I pick up my keyboard and begin the journey of writing the book version of The Whippoorwill Chronicles:
I chose the title “The Whippoorwill Chronicles” to tell my story for the following reason.
The whippoorwill is defined as a “bird that nests on the ground, in shaded locations, among dead leaves…these birds forage at night…and do not flush from their nests unless underfoot”. “The whippoorwill is infrequently seen but it’s loud calling at dusk makes it well known”. This is how I have felt much of my life. Like a whippoorwill. Seeking to camouflage myself so as not to be found. Wailing under the cover of night so I could be heard and not discovered. Whippoorwills are known for their song. You may not see them…but you most definitely hear them. This is my story. Song by song.
This particular photo struck me as being an appropriate representation of the term “reflection” as it relates to what I am presently processing.
How about you? What are you reflecting on this weekend?
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Yep. I’d say “reflection” is a good word for that photo as it seems the young one is thinking “do I dare make another move forward or should I sit down or maybe go back a step?”
Really pretty photo by the way!
Dear Danielle,
First, let me say how delighted I am for you that you’re writing your book. When my first book was published, it was so thrilling. Giving birth to my son was the only thing that “beat” it.
This weekend I’m reflecting on how well I feel, and how happy I am. Yesterday, I worked on my garden plot for my gardening class, which is in a community garden environment.
Today, after taking my 90+ mother-in-law out for breakfast, we’re going to a plant sale.
Being released from a depressive episode is like being reborn, and for that I am so very grateful!
Susan