Undocumented Hours

"Much of my time is spent in isolation, in the beauty of the silent, intimately tracing the ridges and ravines of my character. My time is also spent in community, where I find sacrifice and compassion, moving and charting the courses of friendships. In work also, through the wringing and gripping toil of my hands, I find contentment and confidence. But I am an introvert without a camera. I am a friend without an audience. I am a baker without a blog. The cumulative collision of my life’s meaning, the arching composition and texture that keep this heart beating, exist without any traces of documentation.

I know full well that beauty and art dwell here in these unseen places. And often, as a writer, and in a sense an artist, I feel compelled to share it, to prove that I am living an artist’s life. Snap a photo, draw up a post, compose a quippy 140 characters—all to tangibly account for the many pinnacles of my productivity and accomplishment..."

 Head over to Kinfolk to read the rest of these Words on undocumented moments by Rebecca Parker Payne  
(Photograph by Nico Alary)

Tunring into my Mother

"...Your mother has charted these waters before you and has learned the hard lessons. And now we are learning them, finding ourselves choosing so many of her same paths. It's partly adulthood and partly our genes taking over. There's nothing to be guilty or embarrassed about: More likely then not, your mom was cool long before cool existed, and she deserves the credit. Soon enough, I hope to have kids of my own, and I'll wear my mother prouder then I ever have. I hope I can love them with the same tenacity and grace that she loved me."

 -- Rebecca Parker Payne
(From Turning into my Mother for Kinfolk Magazine)

photo: me and my mum.

have a lovely weekend!

Play, move, rest, eat well and ackowledge the good.

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