February 17, 2009

now we are four



The Beehive is 4!



You know, it just occurred to me how fitting it is that we started The Beehive in February. We're always restless in February, aren't you? Itchy. Twitchy. Bumfoozled. I mean, when is the world ever more drained of color and energy than in February? The light is wimpy. The air is tired. The trees are inky claws scratching at the grey, clumpy sky.

Yuck. Just yuck.

So back in February 2005, we were right on schedule with the crustimony blahs. The mullygrubs. Cabin fever. The whutevers.

We needed a project.

"When the pupil is ready, the teacher will appear," so they say. A dear friend sent me a link to something she was toying around with, something she called The Common Room. Clever gal, she had taken to calling herself The Headmistress (why yes, I'm sure you have heard of her) and posting memos to her family on a blog, of all things. Always a trailblazer, that Headmistress.

How fun. How anti-blah. How decidedly unmullygrubbish.

I clicked the Blogger icon, idly wondering what I would call myself if I were to do such a thing. I thought about how my sassy friend Joy calls me Shenaynay whenever my real name ain't quite spicy enough to suit the moment. (I call her "Pandamonia" when necessary.) Then I thought of my young niece and nephew who call me Queen rather than Aunt. (Smart tykes, they get more dessert that way). So I rather idly typed "Queen Shenaynay" in the box, looked at it with a smirk, and hit enter. I never imagined that anyone other than my family and maybe a half dozen other people would ever see it. People like the Headmistress and Pandamonia, maybe.

And that's how we became the accidental bloggers you know and love today.

At first, The Beehive was a scrapbook for our family, a place to thumbtack mental snapshots for our own mutual amusement. Before long, though, a whole pack of our face-to-face friends had found us here. Lots of them started blogs, too. And there for a blip of time (back before Facebook and Twitter bloomed), our blog was something beyond a family scrapbook -- it was also a big virtual happy hour with our real-life friends. The comments were often more fun to read than our posts.

But within a year many of those early bloggers sputtered out and disappeared. I, on the other hand, was hooked. So when the big raucous happy hour with our real-life blogging friends dwindled down to an occasional quiet tea party, we simply went back to tacking stuff up here mostly for our own amusement. It was a different purpose, but it was still a good one.

Every once in a while I checked our blog stats just for the phooey of it, and those stat bars were always taller than I expected. People were finding us even though the blog has always been blocked from search engines. We even got nominated for some blog awards here and there, which was a real kick considering we'd never made any efforts whatsoever to get noticed. Hey, that's encouraging even if it wasn't what you were after.

And then I got cancer. The shock wrought a silence, and my silence stretched out into something that turned into a full-blown sabbatical. When I thought of The Beehive during that time, it felt like something far away, a relic that memorialized a brief slice of my pre-cancer life. I couldn't remember how to be that person who wrote things that others might enjoy reading; at times I couldn't even imagine how I had ever been that person. Cancer left me feeling quieter, enlarged inwardly but outwardly shrunken. What did any of it matter, anyway? In my mind, The Beehive was history.

Then one gloomy afternoon, I decided to read chronologically through our archives. And you know what? It made me happy. Post after post, I was reminded of things that I would have long since forgotten had we not blogged about them. And little by little, I began to feel the infectious force of our former selves, the color and verve of our life before cancer came and knocked the wind out of us.

I wondered, as I read those happy posts, could I get that back? Could I make the years ahead go back to being the kind of years I would want to remember -- unlike the one I had just spent in cancer hell? In years to come, would I find joy and pleasure in reading Beehive archives from 2008? 2009? 2010?

I needed to believe I would.

So I ended the sabbatical. To be honest, blogging again was ridiculously hard at first. The Beehive was supposed to be a fun thing for us, right? So I had to ask myself: if blogging (or journalling, if you like) is a pain sometimes, is it still worth it? Why? Good questions.

As for me, I find that blogging makes me notice what is worth remembering. Somehow that makes me live more mindfully, more present in the moment. Being more mindful makes me more grateful. And being grateful -- that is, choosing to live in an atmosphere of gratitude -- is what has made me whole again.

I think it's something like what Flannery O'Connor called the habit of being. Flannery knew a thing or two about the power of writing to help a soul transcend bodily afflictions, and a whole host of other aggravations besides. I think Flannery figured out that this "habit of being" thing, as she called it, was the key to surviving in a world marked in every molecule by original sin. But that's another post for another day... and really, you want Fa-So-La-La to write that one.

Four years later, I still ask myself about once a week what purpose blogging serves for me. For whom do I blog? Is it worth the time? The thought? Can it justify the dust bunnies it sometimes spawns? I need to think about the answers, and often. Because it helps me stay mindful, and thus it helps me keep writing.

So that was a long way around the barn to say somebody pass around the cake and ice cream already! We're like way totally into cakes around here these days, are we not?



13 comments:

Katie said...

What a great post!!

Happy birthday to The Beehive!

Dawn @ My Home Sweet Home said...

You've made me cry, and I really don't need that because I'm sick already and have a headache. Oh, well - just add swollen eyes to the mix!

I'm so glad you're blogging again, and I hope you'll give some thought to our conversation yesterday.

Also, how often should I drink that disgusting apple cider vinegar. It actually made me gag and almost throw up the second time, and I'm not doing it again unless you say I should. :-)

Kate said...

Yay! Love ya'll. I'll have you know that I check the Beehive every night before bed, because if there is something there, chances are it'll be something good to go to sleep meditating on, laughing about, or just plain being happy for. So, Many Happy Returns of the Day.

queen shenaynay said...

@Katie -- Mwah! Thanks! Gonna bake another cake for us now? Aw, c'mon. You know the princesses will eat it.

@Dawn -- Once a day for a cold, 2-3 times a day for the flu. It all depends on how mad you are at the cooties, really. It IS gross, but it works.

@Kate -- That makes me so happy to know that! Okay, so I'll keep blogging if only just for you. :-D We like you lots. We want you happy.

Lady Jeanne said...

Happy Birthday!!!

Personally, I wandered over here a few years ago from the Common Room, and the joy and beauty of your shared life were so infectious I've been checking backe ever since-- even through the sabbatical-- and finding myself encouraged and inspired. I'M GLAD you decided to stay!!! What would we do without you???

rachel tsunami said...

happy, oh happy, birthday, dear beehive. and love to all its dear bees. there is a cake in my heart.

queen shenaynay said...

Thank you, Lady Jeanne! Stay and have some cake. :-) BTW, I visited your blog and it's lovely! A fellow Texan, I see.

Rachel Tsu, we're feeling tha love, baby. I always knew there was sweet stuff in your ticker.

Lady Jeanne said...

Yes, I gather we live close enough that maybe... just maybe... one day we will run into each other. :)

Jeanne S. said...

Okay, many times I have popped over to see what is going on here at The Beehive . . . I've read some posts -- a number of which made me a little bit weepy -- and I've thought to myself, I need to tell her how much I appreciate her blog (I loved the posts on your sweet grandmother and the one when your little boy said some tender things in his sleep about you -- I saved that one and I need to read it again) and then I've shut my computer off and told myself "Next time, I will". Well, so Next Time has finally arrived. I love your blog. I love your writing and your happy family ways. I love your very real and sweet friendship that you have with Jesus. I just want to say thank you. This place makes me smile and think and appreciate.

Dani said...

I am happy that you decided to return. The Beehive always brightens my day.

Javamom said...

I'm finally getting around to saying Happy Birthday, Beehive!

After we talked before book club, I wondered what your decision would be. I am glad The Beehive is staying put and cranking it up, again!

Love to the Bees!

Javamom

HandmaidenforHim said...

Oh, dear Queen Shenaynay! I finally after many months have come back to my all time favorite blog to see what's been going on at the Beehive and was not at all disappointed. Congratulations on four years!
Love,
Stacey

Mamala said...

Dear Queen Shenaynay, Yeah, we found you again. Johanna shared some thoughts she read on The Beehive, and I was delighted you are back! My children have wanted us to blog for years, but regrettably, I didn't take the time. Maybe we can give it a try this week as we go through old pictures together. Love, Patti