Sunday, March 31, 2013

#slice2013 31 of 31

31 of 31! Tomorrow I'm going to be lying in bed thinking to myself "I am forgetting something" and then I will think to myself "I forgot to post today!" But I'll think to myself "April Fools! It's over!" And that's weird.

Anyway, I have had an amazing time participating in this virtual experience. The slice of life has been a great community for me to be a part of and I am extremely thankful for that. I am especially appreciative of the fact that even though I am probably one of the younger slicers participating, I still got amazing feedback and comments.

I would like to especially thank Elsie and Tara for being such faithful commenters throughout this entire process. There has not been a single day where one of them has not commented on my post. They have been loyal to me even during my vent session, which is saying a lot. 

Everyone has been so original throughout this entire thing, and I was really impressed by all the blogs I saw. Participating in this challenge has helped me see things differently because I have been walking through my life looking for things to write about. I has helped me to notice. 

I would like to end this journey with a little blurb that I wrote.

I sit down and begin to draw my tree.
I draw the roots disappearing into the ground.
I draw the trunk, slowly rising up to meet the open air and the strong branches breaking off from its superiority to guide my tree out and into unknown territory.
My tree continues to grow as I have other branches branch off of those and even more branches branch off of those.
Slowly, my tree is beginning to look like a tree.
But then I stop.
I don’t know how to continue.
Or rather, not how to continue, but how to end.
How does a tree end?
Do the branches just stop?
Stop growing, stop continuing, but where? And how?
I look out my window and stare at the tree that I see everyday when I wake up, but have never really looked at until now.
I stare at it and wait for it to give me an answer.
It does.
I can see every detail of the cold brown wood because it is March and the tree is not yet covered by a blanket of green.
At the end of each branch, there is a small bud.
At every end there is a beginning.
Now, I can finish my drawing.

Happy Easter and a huge thank you to Ruth and Stacey for hosting Slice of Life!


  1. Beautiful close writing about the tree. Ends and beginnings.

  2. Even though this is the end of March, you can begin and join in on Tuesdays too. Larkin you amaze me with your thoughts and writing. I know I would love to meet you in the real world too. See you Tuesday?

  3. I'm SO GLAD you decided to take on this challenge, Larkin. What a treat it was to have you and your mom slicing with us this year. Hope you'll be back on Tuesdays.

  4. Loved your daily posts, Larkin . And I so admire that you took the time to write every day, with school and home works and sports and all that other stuff competing for your attention. I hope to you on a Tuesday now and then...and I'm keeping my fingers crossed for that Columbia writing program!