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01 November 2017
hello, nablopomo
the hardest part is the starting. the saying you're going to write something every day. the putting it out there, even though you're not sure people even read anymore. once you get past that part, it's gravy.
well, gravy those first five or six days and then holy crap you're in it and you said you'd show up here every day, whaaaaat. every day. you know for a fact you are not a show up every day girl, you are more ebb than flow, you are squarely, solidly an ebb girl with just a little bit of flow.
also, no one reads blogs anymore. or so they tell me.
but with november comes many things: banana bread. new tights. the wearing of the boots, the mourning of the loss of light. increased amounts of soup. changing leaves. and, nablopomo.
unbelievably, this is my twelfth year.
so, here we go.
I've read for years. I still read. Every November I think--this year. This is the year. And so, today, this November, I'm gonna give it a whirl.
ReplyDeletethank you, lady! and I'm sooo glad you're doing it this year!
Deleteo I read...
ReplyDeletehey, thanks!
DeleteHere. Reading. And yes to all of these things.
ReplyDeletethank you for reading, friend. always. hoping our paths cross again soon!
DeleteStill here... still reading, learning, growing, expanding my understanding of the world I live in especially the parts I don't know. Those are the best parts...
ReplyDeletethank you for reading, for working on expansion-- not always easy (as I can attest to)-- but vital, so very vital.
DeleteHappily reading here
ReplyDeletethank you, friend! honored you still find your way back here.
DeleteSo happy to see you back here. I look forward every year to spending this time with you. ~b xoxo
ReplyDeletethank you! thank you so, so much. been doing it so long, can't imagine my year without it. my fingers start to twitch come the end of october (ha). xo
Deletei'm so happy you're doing this <3
ReplyDeleteoh gosh, thanks! can't ever seem to resist the challenge
DeleteI always love reading what you write. Though, I take issue with the mourning of the loss of light... we are always so ready for the time change we could CRY. Heh.
ReplyDeleteha! I think it might be official-- our yearly exchange over the loss of light, ha! thank you for reading, friend. and thankful for your presence here on the internets, for your lovely blog. xx
DeleteHey ... it's not true "no one reads" ... I do!
ReplyDeletehey, thank you!
DeleteI've been reading for years. I've never commented, we've never met, I live across the country from you (now), I have no idea how I stumbled on your blog. I look forward to reading it absolutely every time there's a new post. Your voice is singular and your reach is wider than you think! Thank you for all the joy your art has given me :)
ReplyDeleteholy wow, thank you. I think I will tuck your comment away someplace safe, pull it out and read it when I'm low. kindest, kindest words. thank you for taking the time to share (and thanks for reading!) xx
Deletei read blogs. i love your blog
ReplyDeletethank you for reading! and for reading blogs, in general.
DeleteI'm a blogger still....somewhat...who still reads blogs. I love yours and visit whenever you post.
ReplyDeleteI think you and this sweet ole blog of yours is my favorite part of November. Getting to visit here near-daily to see what words and images you have shared is an honor and a treat. I'm so glad you still use this space. Hugs! Miss you friend. <3
ReplyDeleteI love reading your blog.
ReplyDeleteall of these sentiments are echoes of my own. your blog is like a familiar friend and your way with words draws me in and i picture your life in my mind. always glad when you show up here x
ReplyDeleteAlways awaiting your posts!
ReplyDeleteStill reading blogs - I suspect there are more blog readers out there than we think.
ReplyDeleteI love your blog - it has a lovely dreamlike quality that I find incredibly calming and restful. Looking forward to this month!
I'm so thrilled you're daily blogging. I've always loved watching your november unfold.
ReplyDeleteThanks for doing it again.
x.