Thank you so much for reading my blog! It really amazes me that you have stopped by here.
My name is Kate. I live in Iowa on the Mississippi River.
Writing is, for me, much like singing: when I’m done I feel like I’ve gone somewhere that connects me to something much more mysterious and far more gentle than the drone of one day to the next.
A few years ago I started blogging as a way of keeping a public journal that would force me to reflect on where God was showing up, or not showing up in my life. To be honest – it was all about me…
This blog started as an effort to write with more intention, and with a more focused topic: God’s Grace. When I started writing here, I was very unsure and sad. We had just moved and I was feeling a loss. My hope was to work even harder to find evidence of God in that which is very, very ordinary. What I found was a reason to get up in the morning that beckoned me beyond the duties of my days.
In the end…what I have found is scary: a renewed sense of joy.
I met and befriended a Deaf child, made friends with some sign language interpreters and decided to enroll in a Sign Language Interpreter program with hopes to become certified some time around my 50th birthday.
Just when I had officially fallen back in love with a language and felt that all the puzzle pieces were falling together, I found out that I too have some hearing loss. On the surface – sounds like no big deal – yet could actually become a very big deal with my new career. Or not a big deal at all. Or, perhaps, an advantage. We shall see – but, the point is that I have fallen love with this language in a very meaningful way and silent conversation has become a very, very happy place for me. I don’t intend to stray with my effort to become a Super Atomic ASL Ninja. Or something close to that….
I’m guessing that you can relate that my days drown in the ordinary: the laundry piles, the children squabble, the groceries do not equal a meal, the news repeats itself, old age looms ahead, grief never goes away, and my coffee is cold. Again. So – your ordinary life and what I write could very possibly relate. Or not. And that’s okay.
But my mother always said: “Attention must be paid Katherine.”
That’s where she found her first and final peace…feel free to read along as I ramble my way through it all.