(hint: not Don Quixote.)
So, I've been commuting to work for, oh, getting towards a decade now. Hence: I've gotten to know the scenery pretty well. And on the drive to my office there are three windmills. (Actually, twelve now--when the sky is clear. Yay for green power!) Well, a couple of years into my commuting, I realized that I'd unconsciously developed a superstition about the windmills.
all turning = good day
all not turning = bad day
some turning, some not = a mixed day. probably one that included a lot of body fluids. (I had a baby.)
Pretty soon, watching for the windmills was an established part of my commute.
When it came to blogging, I realized that there was no way I could write a blog that was all good or all bad or that skipped over the body fluids. Not only am I incapable of *not* oversharing (my bff can confirm this), I actually think there's something to be *said* for oversharing.
Life is a mixed bag. Lots of it is good. (They don't put windmills in places where the wind doesn't usually blow!) Some of it is bad. And, inevitably, there are body fluids.
I don't know about the world at large, but I know that in the Mormon culture that I live in, there's a propensity to pretend that *everything* is good. We never admit that we're sad. We never admit that all this baby poop is driving us NUTS. And we never stop smiling.
But if life is sacred (and I really think that it is), it's not just sacred for the good parts. It's sacred for *every* part.
So that's where the blog name came from.
Acknowledging *all* of life, i.e.:
and the body fluids
= Windmill Watching.
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