Posted by: Elizabeth Anne Mitchell | April 21, 2017

Hope

Only in the darkness can you see the stars.” –Martin Luther King Jr.

I find much solace in this quotation, especially when I find myself sliding into the Slough of Despond.  The day job has been tough the last couple of months, and as much as I can tell myself intellectually that job is not the full definition of me or my life, it affects me emotionally. The sting of being unappreciated (in my biased view) has helped fill the creative well, and I can only be pleased with that burst of creativity, while wrestling with the old and half-buried feelings of not being good enough–ranging from being the last picked in playground games to unconstructive criticism on my qualifying exams.

A French literature professor at my college described the Middle Ages as “a starry night,” which, in part, led me to pursue medieval studies in graduate school. I need to remember to look up, because the stars are there.

Posted by: Elizabeth Anne Mitchell | March 19, 2017

Medieval bible illustration

 An interesting look at medieval Bible illustration,  from CNN. Beauty in the Bible: Illustrating world’s most widely distributed book

http://www.cnn.com/2017/03/09/arts/medieval-bible-art/index.html

Posted by: Elizabeth Anne Mitchell | January 28, 2017

Return from the Mist

Although most people quote the saying, “Time flies when you’re having fun,” I find time also flies when I am stressed, depressed, or busy with not-fun stuff. Last year about this same time, I posted plans for changes to this blog.  Then life slid into an ocean of fog and mist, and I realized with a frisson, that it had been a year, when Eli, of Coach Daddy, asked me to contribute to one of his six-word story posts.

Sure, I have excuses, many of them viable–surgery in January, work craziness in the summer, but nothing is really persuasive. I stopped blogging because I felt I had nothing of interest to say. However, I now know that I write to think about things, and perhaps I am not the only person struggling with the same things.

I do not plan to be political, although I have no problem being contentious. I tend to be more concerned with life, the humanities, and a life well-lived, with strong opinions for which I feel no need to apologize. Feel free to come along for the ride.

EM

Posted by: Elizabeth Anne Mitchell | January 28, 2016

Changes coming

I am planning to revive this blog, but am still contemplating the direction of those changes. In the meantime, please visit Elizabeth Anne Mitchell or Leavekeeping, my other blogs.

EM

Posted by: Elizabeth Anne Mitchell | July 5, 2015

First Friday Photo Blog Hop

On the way to Fort Ticonderoga, on Lake Champlain

On the way to Fort Ticonderoga, on Lake Champlain

 

My father grew up in Springfield, Massachusetts, although he lived the last sixty years of his life in Atlanta, Georgia.  He often talked about the Berkshires of western Massachusetts and the Adirondacks in eastern New York.  I must have inherited his love of mountains, because even the glimpse of mountains from campus makes me smile. I have assiduously visited all the places he mentioned having seen or wanting to see in this area, and delighted in describing the trips to him.

Want to join, or see the entries, in the First Friday Photo Blog Hop, which is the brainchild of Eden Mabee?  Click here!

 

EM

Posted by: Elizabeth Anne Mitchell | June 8, 2015

First Friday Photo Blog Hop

 

Persian Buttercup by Jan Dobbs

Persian Buttercup by Jan Dobbs

This post for First Friday Photo is quite late, but I wanted to post even so.  Eden Mabee’s brainchild blog hop of photographs is here, so please feel free to join in, or at least visit everyone’s link to see their photograph.

I had a rough week, so I don’t have an outside photo to share, but I am very proud of my entry this week.  Jan Dobbs, a dear friend of mine who lives in Bristol, UK, painted this gorgeous Rananculus, as my mother would have named it. I went back and forth about having it sent across the pond, but well, it was so nice and in my favorite colors, and . . .

Finally, I decided that I deserved to have a real painting, having left graduate school and its shabby chic behind.  It is displayed in a corner of the dining room where I see it often. Now you can enjoy it as well.  Her website is here, so you can enjoy more of her work.

EM

 

Posted by: Elizabeth Anne Mitchell | May 1, 2015

First Friday Photo Blog Hop

After a far, far too long hiatus, I’m coming back to this blog.  My offering today is part of Eden Mabee’s brain child, the First Friday Photo. I was returning from New York City on the train on a winter evening.  The tracks run along the Hudson River for the majority of the trip, offering stunning views of the Catskills and rolling countryside.  We were in lower altitude environs when the sun set.

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Consider participating in First Friday Photo, as it is not complicated and promises to be fun. The rules are here.  At the least, visit the participants here.

 

Posted by: Elizabeth Anne Mitchell | January 18, 2012

Elizabeth Anne Mitchell protests the Stop Online Piracy Act

Many websites are blacked out today to protest proposed U.S. legislation that threatens internet freedom: the Stop Internet Piracy Act (SOPA) and the Protect IP Act (PIPA). From personal blogs to giants like WordPress and Wikipedia, sites all over the web — including this one — are asking you to help stop this dangerous legislation from being passed.

Posted by: Elizabeth Anne Mitchell | December 23, 2011

Gratitude III

In this post, I want to thank all my writer friends.  First, Jan, who was the first to encourage me to write something to post for a small group; an online friend in the UK, whom I had the good fortune to meet in real life during my visit to England last February.  I like to think that the two of us encouraged our mutual friend, Elaine, to start writing as well.  To them, and to the rest of my friends in that online community, thank you so very much for believing in me. You are counted among the best friends I have; I just wish we lived closer to one another.Last summer, I was looking for an online writing community, as living in the hinterlands of Florida meant the closest real-life group was forty miles away.  I stumbled across A Round of Words in 80 Days, which struck me with its reasonable goal-setting and ability to tweak them.  I lurked for a few weeks, then joined in when Round 3 started on July 4th. I was a sponsor for Round 3 and 4 of 2011; it was a great experience, and it helped me meet a lot of people.; I encourage you to try it, if you’re interested.I was blown away by the support and camaraderie of the group. Helpful links to blog posts outlining writing tips, suggestions for books to read, courses to take, all poured into my mailbox. As I grew more comfortable sharing my personal story, I received more support–virtual cheers when I succeeded at something, virtual hugs when I failed, but encouragement through it all.  I have met C. M. Cipriani in real life, as it turned out she lived only 45 minutes away from me.  She put ROW80 well, saying, “These are friends; I feel like I know them, even though I’ve never met them.” I know exactly what she means; I feel as though I know several of you. Thank you all for taking the time to come by to support, encourage, bolster and chide.

Finally, I would like to finish thanking the people who follow my blog.  This post will catch me up, so I can copy L. S. Engler from now on, thanking followers as they add themselves to my blog. I’ve included some information about their blogs, if they have one.

Cheryel Hutton http://cheryelhutton.wordpress.com/ working on her third novel, talks to dragons, and they talk back

Ramesh Nanda http://rameshnanda.wordpress.com/ blogs mash-ups

Tiffany A. White http://tiffanyawhite.wordpress.com/  blogs TV reviews and things that make you go  “Ooo”

Thea Atkinson http://theaatkinson.wordpress.com/ author of short stories and novels;  writes about the writing life

Catherine M. Johnson http://catherinemjohnson.wordpress.com/ everything about writing for children

Talin Orfali http://talinorfali.wordpress.com/ blogs about life, posts recipes

Coral http://alchemyofscrawl.wordpress.com/ posts book reviews

Julia Indigo http://juliaindigo.wordpress.com/ blogs about the writing life

Posted by: Elizabeth Anne Mitchell | December 9, 2011

Gratitude Part II

After writing about some of my family last week, I wanted to express my gratitude to some other family members: my aunt, my brother, and my sister. I am very grateful that my aunt found time to spend with her niece, and that my brother and sister have endeavored to stay connected with me despite the centrifugal force that characterises my family.

My mother’s sister was nine years older than my mother, with no intervening children; my mother always looked upon her as a mother, and I saw her more as a grandmother.  A big believer in idle hands leading to devil’s work, my aunt taught me how to knit, crochet, embroider, and tat when I was very young.  She was teaching my oldest sister, and I hung around like a pest and learned as well. She came to see us every month or so; we were always glad to see her, because she knew all sorts of stories and could bake the best pies and cookies I’d ever had.

Even though she always made me keep my hands busy with knitting or tatting while we talked, I looked forward to her visits.  I felt as though she could see me, when very few other grownups could.  She despaired when I became a perpetual student, often shaking her head at my explanations of why I studied all these things.  When I finally got married and settled down with my instant family, you would have thought she had been the matchmaker, she was so proud.  And when we added more children, she was ecstatic that I had given her more children to love.

Two days before my youngest son was born, Aunt Ellene felt ill, somewhat like indigestion, but worse.  The hospital gave her heartburn medication and sent her home.  Three hours later, she passed away from a massive heart attack.  My mother debated delaying her planned trip to help me with the baby, but she came the day he came home from the hospital, missing her sister’s funeral, because that was what my aunt would have wanted. My son is eighteen now, and I still miss talking with Aunt Ellene over our knitting or embroidery.

My brother didn’t become a human being until I was 11 and he went to college.  He actually corresponded with me; when he was home on vacation, he still acted like a jerk sometimes, but that behavior diminished through the years.  He married into one of those huge families that gets together for birthdays and holidays and weddings; I have never asked him directly, but I suspect he felt the same kind of attraction/curiosity at the concept that I did when I first saw this unaccustomed behavior.  No matter, he threw himself into it wholeheartedly, leaving my father to shake his head in consternation at how he and his wife travel cross country to see their kids and grandkids.  I stand back in admiration.

Last year, my brother was diagnosed with lung cancer, and had one lung removed.  I had not realized until that point how much I thought my siblings were immortal, nor how hard it would hit me.  He is still fighting, but it is a long path through the woods.  He cannot fly anymore, but he and his wife pack up the car and still travel hundreds of miles to see their families. I am so grateful that he has tried valiantly to establish the sort of relationship with me that his wife has with her siblings. I am thankful to them both for showing me that it could work when I was still young enough to do for my own family.

One of my sisters is four years older than I am; reportedly she told my father that I was not the fun kind of baby doll, and would he please take me back.  No luck, sorry!  After this bumpy start, my sister and I started to bond her senior year in high school.  I stopped being the “fairy child” who did not seem connected to the world, and started being able to see her.  During her college years, we shared hopes and dreams, despite long periods where one or the other of us would pull away to nurse our wounds in private–she, an abusive marriage; me, an early failed marriage, the abyss of graduate school.  Even now, she calls me regularly; I promise to call her, and forget (I am a very bad sister).  She and I are so different in so many of our world views, but we get each other, especially given the history of our family.  I am grateful that she continues to knock on my door and pull me out of my little world now and again.

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In my last Gratitude post I included a partial list of the people who follow my blog, as some small measure of thanks.  I’m continuing that list with this post; I’ve included some information about their blogs, if they have one.

http://thewriteproject.wordpress.com/ blogs about getting back into the practice of writing

http://studyingparent.wordpress.com/ chronicles the “learning journey” of a midwife who has gone to graduate school to study literature

C. M. Cipriani is an author who blogs about several topics:
http://onesmallpiece.wordpress.com/ is her blog about raising her autistic son
http://theoutlandishavocado.wordpress.com/ is her writing blog
http://theprimaltribe.wordpress.com is her blog about moving her family onto a paleo diet

Susan A. writes about books she has read and liked, as well as musing about life and writing: http://mistressofthedarkpath.wordpress.com/

Jennifer M. Eaton, author of Hidden in Plain Sight, writes about the lessons she has learned about writing: http://jennifermeaton.com/

Jillian Dodd, author of That Boy, has the tag line: glitter, bliss, and utter chaos.  The first two sum up her blog well, but I’ve never noticed any chaos. http://jilliandodd.wordpress.com/

Alex Laybourne, author of Highway to Hell, writes about helpful tools, writing, and general musings on life at: http://alexlaybourne.com/

Raelyn Barclay writes about Tarot cards and their use in writing; other writing lessons, and book reviews: http://raelynbarclay.wordpress.com/

Sharon Howard writes about mental health in a open and informative manner: http://showard76.wordpress.com/

Heather Ponzer shares stories about places she has lived and people she has met at: http://darcywords.wordpress.com/

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