One of the most incredible semesters of college happened just before I met Martin. I was really in tune with my hopes, my ideas of faith, and where I wanted to go in life. Once a week, I got up at 6:00 to meet with a small group of girls. At our very last meetup, we each told everyone a powerful goal we carried in our hearts. Here’s the goal I whispered:
I want to write a book that helps people.
If you’ve had your eye on one of Gadanke’s inspiring She journals, today is your day for love. These two writing prompt journals just received fresh, new color palates.
The She: Me, My Life, My Days journal is the place for celebrating, “This is who I am!”
Story has been on my mind a lot these days.
Our lives are these big collections of moments and memories; it’s really wonderful to think about. In fact, it’s empowering. Where would you or I be without the stories and experiences? Where would we even be without the stories of our parents? Or grandparents? Even the bad experiences shape us.
Some of our stories are things we share with others. Some of them are just for us, deep in our hearts. What if we could take those stories and fill pages and pages of books, then wrap them up in a big bow? It could be a gift for tomorrow. It could be a gift for ourselves.
“How’s it hangin’?” That’s about all we can think about, talk about, or sing about these days. Yep. You heard me admit it here, folks. I’m singing about our ceilings. (Someone help me.)
Building ceilings inside an existing structure isn’t exactly easy. That’s why we plan on putting them up piece by piece. The first segment is already up in the bedroom. Yahoo!
I took some time off on Monday to prepare some beautiful new updates to a few journals in the journal shop. Gadanke has really been getting the back burner of my schedule these days. It makes my heart feel so heavy.
Then I think of all the progress and dreaming we’re making with our home in the airplane hangar, and I forget. What neglected business?
“Sometimes a person needs a story more than food to stay live. That is why we put these stories in each other’s memories.” –Barry Lopez, an American author and essayist.
It’s true.
With Christmas celebrations fresh in our minds, I think we know. Nothing compares with family dinners or Kaffee und Kuchen (coffee and cake) that are rich with stories, laughter, and memories. (That includes the celebrations turned disasters!) My grandmas are both in their 90s. Their lives are so rich with story. And their hearts are so full of wisdom.
I’m an American splitting life between a 480 square foot apartment in Berlin, Germany and – get this – a house made of old tires in the Rocky Mtns.
This blog chronicles the journey of Making This Home.Meet Katie.
