Secret Subject Swap: March 6th, 2015
Hello and happy Friday! Today I'd love to welcome you to a Secret Subject Swap. This week, 14 brave bloggers picked a secret subject for someone else and were assigned a secret subject to interpret in their own style. Today we are all simultaneously divulging our topics and submitting our posts.
Dun, dun, dun!
Here are links to all the sites now featuring Secret Subject Swap posts. Sit back, grab a cup, and check them all out. See you there:
Sparkly Poetic Weirdo
My prompt is: You can have any one blogger write a guest post for your blog. Who would you choose? It can be anyone as long as they do blog.
It was submitted by the awesome Baking In A Tornado~thanks Karen!
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Kelly Debie from Debie Hive is my choice.
Hands down my favorite blogger is who I would love to guest post for my blog. Hell, she could take over my blog and I would contentedly sit back and sigh and read her words.
She can write it all. Seriously. She does not shy away from tackling issues close to her heart and speaking her mind in a eloquent manner.
Postpartum depression. PTSD. Loving, learning and living life while family members battle the bastard cancer. Dying with dignity. Breaking the stigma of mental illness. TTPMOT or Things That Piss Me Off Tuesdays. Women's rights.
These are just some of the subjects she writes about, unabashedly, honestly, in the most raw ways. She can nestle right into our hearts with her beautiful words and memories or become the prickly annoying sensation under our skin demanding our attention to open a possibly an uncomfortable, but much needed conversation about topics that too often are swept under the rug, that are vilified or ignored until they too demand attention because they reached their breaking point and all hell broke loose.
My only complaint about her writing is that I don't get enough of it. But I suppose since she is a mother of five, a wife, busy woman, openly battling postpartum depression, doula, proud nerd for life, creating necessary conversations, a champion for compassion and understanding, pretty much a super hero, and such an amazing writer that when I do get to devour her words I am filled with sustenance, forced with reflection and opened to new perspectives, I will let it slide.
The thing I enjoy most about Kelly is that she is human in her writing. Ah, what exactly does that mean you may ask? Well, she forces us to connect with ourselves, our issues, our insecurities. She does not shy away from the gritty, uncomfortable parts of life.
Yes, she writes about beauty around us and she does it with idyllic imagery. She can capture a moment a memory with a breathtaking photograph. She is one of the few people who can take a quote, a self-explanatory saying and delve into it and get even more layers out of it than anyone could have imagined.
But she also writes about the dark times, the scary times, the times we wish we never had to endure or go through. The times that broke us but also strengthened us. The times and moments that are hard to face, to remember, to reflect on, she openly shares not only to soothe her soul by the cathartic writing but also becomes a light, a beacon for those who are still struggling to come to terms, who are still battling the baffling curve balls life throws at us, those of us who simply need to know others have gone through this too.
She understands this world is made up of layers, that we are made of layers. Funny, sad, complicated, heart breaking, thought provoking, no clue how we survived layers.
So. I adore her and her writing and truly hope this post doesn't creep her out.
I'm going to end this with a favorite snippet from her writing that I believe we all should remember because every day we are still standing spinning on this magical marble is a day we are aging and living this confusing, chaotic beautiful life.
I've learned though, that aging is something best done with gratitude. For every day that I am here, I am grateful. For every moment of frustration, I do my very best to breathe deep and remember that this too, whatever this is right now, shall pass.
Because it always passes.