I have been thinking for a long time about what to do with this blog. It has been sitting, untouched, for almost two years now – as the seasons of life (weddings and deaths and family planning) have left me with little energy to focus on it.
As I face this change I keep thinking of seasons as a metaphor for change in a life. Seasons of Salt, while perhaps moving away from it’s original purpose as an exploration of Great Salt Lake, is a name and a place that can encompass explorations of every human variety. I’m not sure what that will look like, but as I face this new season in my life, I am sure there will be urges to write, to reflect, to offer wholly unqualified philosophizing on life, parenting, everything. I hope I can find the time to do that, between all things baby and being a working mom and a wife and a daughter and a sister. As for “Salt” – I would like to take on a tone that is a bit more “salty” when it comes to matters of life, parenthood, and philosophy. As in this definition:
(of language or humor) down-to-earth; coarse.
synonyms: earthy, colorful, spicy, racy, risqué, naughty, vulgar, rude; piquant, biting“a salty sense of humor”
It’s how I anticipate facing parenthood in this modern world anyway.
I hope that what’s left of the group of readers that loved following those Great Salt Lake adventures will indulge me as I go down a different path. If not, perhaps this will find new readers. Or not. I may just be talking to myself, and that’s ok too.
Heidi is a girl of the Great Basin who spent her childhood climbing mountains, building forts, and searching for forgotten mine shafts in a small mountain town. She has lived, learned, worked, and found love, in Utah. She is currently facing the prospect of parenthood for the first time, and lives in Salt Lake City with her wife, soon to be child, two dogs, a cat, and a fish.