The Silent K

This blog started in August 2005. It’s focus shifted and changed in conjunction with the tides and seasons of my life. It followed the passion and energy of whatever was going on with me. It bounced around from a knitting blog, art blog, mommy blog, yoga/buddhist blog, therapy during divorce blog, dating blog, and mental health blog.

More recently I went through a process of reconstructing myself after leaving marriage and was quite actively dating and learning about and practicing polyamory.

Generally, I tried to be very open and this blog chronicled my steps on the path and kind of cajoled me into to taking an objective look at myself here and there.

I stopped blogging a few months ago, but I think I am ready to start again.

I am not the person I was when I first strated blogging, and certainly what I would write about now would not appeal to many of my old readers. I used to describe myself as such:

I am a single mom who equally shares parenting with my childrens dad (my ex husband). We have two young boys, born in 2000 and in 2005. I work full time as a family counsellor in a mental health setting. I am a devoted Ashtanga yoga practitioner, freelance web designer/graphic artist, appreciator of aesthetics and art, recovered obsessive knitter and craftster, perpetual student, psychiatric survivor activist, lover of books, and courter of Buddhism. I have an unwavering affection for all things acrobatic, like acroyoga and parkour.

Still all true, but now- I just want to write and not be tied to any particular identity. Narration in motion. Movement and change always. Never standing in one place for too long. I want the new blog to mostly be a place of rest and joy. This blog here, houses so much of my heart and life. So many intimate moments shared and documented. It’s daunting. It is like seeing my whole history stitched together in patchwork bright and dark contrasting colours. I see my idealism, my confusion, my pain, my joy for years and years all mashed together on this one page and it just feels heavy now.

I want to use this space to collect the bliss and wonder of life, and to beautify and make meaning in the suffering. It is about expressing what I want to create in my life, and sharing struggles in a way that helps me see the light.