I’m aware, as you may be, that nothing new has come out for some time on this Blank Slate blog. Indeed, the slate is blank. Maybe it’s a rainy period. It’s nothing to worry about; rain is good. And I have been producing the more-or-less-monthly features on the other blog, Blank Canvas, particularly about our art doings.
Meantime, I do want to recommend to you the ongoing blogging of our daughter Allison.
Speaking of rain, Anne and I are currently in France which is experiencing record flooding in parts. We were shut out of the Louvre yesterday and will be again today. Happily there’s plenty else to do. Here’s a photo on our first day (a week ago) from a bus window.
More than a few have told me they follow Allison regularly . . . and are impressed. Me, too. Not that she writes to impress; rather she’s just covering the ongoing emotional narrative of life as she’s living it with the new reality.
I say “new,” but it’s been two years since husband Vernon had his fateful motor scooter collision with a pick up truck, doing severe damage to body and brain. Keeping up with that, along with raising two children, has been pretty much Allison’s full time job ever since.
She does photography gigs from time to time (another thing she’s shown real mastery in) but what has come out very clearly to everyone is her writing. Not that she would have ever looked for it this way, the experience with Vernon has given reason to write and subject to explore. And while it’s their particular pathos, the reflections and insights are for us all.
I must confess I’m reminded of the history between Pablo Picasso and his father. The senior Picasso was an art teacher. But when he saw the prodigious talent manifest in his young son, he gave up painting altogether.
I’m not saying my recent break from writing has anything to do with that, but I can’t help seeing the parallels. Allison is extraordinary.
For any interested, here’s her blog: sansoxygen.com. (You can subscribe to updates right on the blog.)
Also, sometime take a look at her photography business website, here: allisonmoorephoto.com.
Meantime, take comfort that rain is good . . . for the earth, and sometimes for the soul.
We wade on.
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8:31 am
Oh, yes! How many times I’ve had the same thoughts about Allison’s writings…..read them every day……and now, you have brother and sister showing that same talent…..as hubby once said, “It seems the Lord has given the Moores more.” Strange prophecy, eh? Blessings!
8:47 am
This is a beautiful picture from inside the bus window, a future painting for sure! It’s quite intriguing riding around in a bus in Paris on yet another rainy day. The is all so interesting that Paris is experiencing so much flooding. We were there just a few months ago.
8:52 am
I must confess to being a new follower of Alison & her blog.
The Moore DNA comes thru. It’s material for a post trauma book. I’m sure Yu agree.
Today I’m with my Lovely Sylvia who is rapidly gaining star status on Facebook. Over 49 comments on her birthday post today -she is a heady 68.
We are in the Atlanta airport headed for Calgary.
Old friends await. The investment of seven years there is paying off at last
I do follow your blank canvas- it’s full of brightness!!
John
9:56 am
Yes, Hyatt, I’m one who follows Allison’s blog daily. It is quite a journey she’s traveling, and also for those of us who ‘listen’ in as she shares her insights. I love the honesty in her writing too. It’s not hard to know who she’s related to.
8:24 pm
that photo is worth framing. i hope you get the chance to visit the louvre before you depart but i’m sure you both will explore many worthy sights and tastes…
9:50 pm
Thanks for being my champion, Dad! I read this yesterday but was only able to respond now! Thank you for your support in the many ways you show it! Thinking of you two…hope its stopped raining! I love you.