i am in this vessel of me. new and old. old and new. contained in yesterday’s stories. uncontainable in today’s glories. karen draper
Hi, I’m Karen. Welcome!
It’s been five years since I started my blog, and I can’t believe how much has changed. Five years worth of molecules floating inside and outside of me in this universe we call home; trying their best to rearrange or right me. Isn’t it funny though, how everything changes while still remaining the same?
I’m still the same philosophical, intuitive, sarcastic woman. Still a mom, who in 2006, lost a son. That of course, did rearrange me. Time, in all its subtle and obvious ways, leaves indelible marks in our lives. Forever altering future milestones. When a life-changing event happens, nobody tells you what to do when your script is torn up and re-written. Eventually our family learned the art of adaptation. The loss of our son at age twenty-three taught us that love and grief are absolute in their power. That they are one in the same. That grief is love with nowhere to go. My husband and I had to work hard to figure out what to do with all that love earmarked just for our son. But how we interpreted our life story is what made us come alive again.
While I had to grow into my writing, I fervently believe the writing gene was imprinted into my being at birth. Storytelling is crucial to me. Allow me to explain…
Storytelling: the art of taking your heart and placing it on a table for examination. Wandering and wondering around it. Watching it in the bright, truth-telling light and again in the soft, forgiving shadow of night. Listening to the diverse beats and what makes them so. Dancing to an illuminating drum of love and courage. Then writing what you’ve learned. So others can dance too. jkd
As Oprah tells us, everyone has a story. For me, words are the soul’s expression that our eyes see. Five years ago I told you that I was working on my book. And now I’m happy to say that I’ve finished my memoir. I’ve just completed my book proposal, along with the query letter and I’m in the process of selling it. YAY!!!!!!
My memoir isn’t just a story about a boy with disabilities. It is so much more…a philosophical rendering on what it means to be totally and unapologetically human. It’s even got a phantom character, a real life angel, and, yes, a real life witch! Seriously! What’s that saying – Truth is stranger than fiction. Yep. Welcome to my life!
This life tale of ours is many things, all of which play well together. At its core, it’s a book about being celebrated for exactly who you are. It’s also a real life workbook for anyone whose experienced loss. And a grief anthem told from a mother’s perspective that I hope will help a lot of people.
I feel as if my life has been an exploration in learning, preparing me for this point in time. To realize. To feel with all my senses. And to grow.
BACKSTORY – My husband, Sam, and I had two amazingly, different and beautiful children, together. Our firstborn, a son, changed our world in the most unconventional of ways. Born with hydrocephalus, (which resulted in a diagnosis of Cerebral Palsy) we were stretched and twisted and enlightened beyond our wildest imagination. “There are painters who transform the sun to a yellow spot, but there are others who with the help of their art and intelligence, transform a yellow spot into sun.” And such was our life with our son. He helped us to see the world through a different set of eyes. His life and love was miraculous. Literally. Our daughter, born four years later, healthy and happy, was the yin to his yang. Through her exquisite typicalness, she showed us a world of lightness and laughter. She has always been my “resting place” when the world is too much. Beautiful, easy and brilliant. Her love is pure and true. And I couldn’t love her more.
About Me (in 30 seconds)
- I love all things Chanel and pearlish.
- Working in the flower garden is my breathing space.
- I consider sarcasm an emotion.
- Humor should be a required course.
- I can’t live without bacon.
- Dark chocolate is a necessary food group.
- Red wine is considered medicinal.
- My morning cappuccino is as important as breathing.
- Joie De Vivre is my mantra, most days.
- I’m a wanna-be interior decorator who loves refinishing and rearranging furniture.
- If left to my own device, I would and do spend hours reading, writing and taking photos of life.
- And I consider Imagination crucial to my existence. Whew!
I hope you enjoy my poetry and prose on this blog culled from the totality of my experiences while on this awesome adventure. It is with great passion, love and consideration that I put a pen to paper. It comes from a place of brokenness, wholeness, and of pure intention sitting in the deepest, truest part of my soul. In due time, it would be my greatest wish if you are inspired by my book. And most of all, I hope you feel compelled to dance, too!
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