Welcome to Two Feet In, a new iteration of a blog that I created and inhabited between the years of 2004 and 2009. Two Feet In was, and will be again, a blog that can't be defined or pigeon-holed into a particular subject or genre. I wrote about whatever came along that captured my attention, my fascination, my outrage, my wonder.
Here's the list of categories that loosely organized the writing: absurdities, amazing sky, amazing teachers, amazing trees, body culture, capitalism, Code Pink, education, education and militarism, humans, mama chronicles, miscellany, music is spiritual, observations, Palestine, poetry, politics, quilts, race, rampant consumerism, wanderings, war and peace, world. I was never been good at putting things into categories back then, and I suspect it hasn't changed much in the intervening years, though I'll undoubtedly revive many of these topics.
When I began Two Feet In, I had a preschooler and a toddler. Those children are now teenagers. My father has passed on, my mother is aging, I've divorced and repartnered, my family structure has changed. My life is not as easily categorized or defined, and that's okay with me. At least once a week someone reminds me that I embody the so-called Sandwich Generation. It's likely that this will be part of the new Two Feet In - the challenges of growing older, shifting responsibilities, changing roles. I'd like to open this space up to other woman facing similar changes. A friend joked that we are two feet in, not six feet under. It is a bittersweet joke. We are embracing life, or trying to do so. Some days that grip feels more solid than others.
Here is a screenshot of one of the very first Two Feet In posts, back in 2004:
I've always loved the idea of portals, and recently I've liked seeking out moments in my day, openings to something greater, portals to the exquisite. Two Feet In may not lead directly to the long, long sky, but I'll be aiming in that direction. Mining for the exquisite, in spite of the inevitable.