The girl sits, reading and writing her stories while the world goes on around her. She will miss out on nothing. Shadorma November, Day 1 (twelve days late....) (...or does that make it eleven?...)
We (k)(n)ow(e) we could just walk away we don't owe any one any thing we don’t know but we do we have a terrible responsibility from time to time (f)or all time now we are called and don’t get off easy or easily this is why the dying child fights they know what we have learned to forget
The girls in the back seat make their animals do interpretive dance to the tune of Colvin’s “Suicide Alley.” They’re not listening and the words dance with the animals and will not settle on ears or come to rest anywhere near their hearts but if it were just the one, my own, she would be still, looking out the window, active, holding her Bella, listening and I would have to be ready for her questing questions about the meanings of words and i would have to tell her what it means to take one’s own life and I would have to tell her that nobody knows what it means to take one’s own life. I still don’t know what it means not to.
Some of you are already aware, but many of you may not know that my daughter (Magpie) is quite the artist and started her very own blog the summer before last. We have had precious little time to spare since our family opened our cafe in March, but recently Magpie has gotten quite a bit more active on her blog and I would like to humbly ask those of my readers who are interested in seeing the work of a precocious 9-year-old to pop on over to Magpie’s Menagerie for a look-see. She has a TON of stuff in the works–poems and art–and it would be great for her to get some more traffic and feedback.
And trust me, she’s not your ordinary 9-year-old (if there even is such a thing…).
Which leads me to my second request.
If anyone has any recommendations for blogs that SHE could follow, I would greatly appreciate any leads–other kid-bloggers and/or kid-appropriate blogs. I keep a close eye on what she’s checking out but it would be nice for her to have some blog-friends that she can interact with without strict parental over-sight if possible. She’s kind of nine going on forty so she’s capable of grasping some pretty heavy concepts but at the same time, daddy is, well….daddy. You know….shining armor and all. And swords. Yes, very sharp swords. One can’t be too careful.