Blog turns 3

Today is my third blog birthday. I've been thinking a lot about blogging lately: why I started Lark in the first place, the amazingly talented artists I've discovered since embarking on the whole venture, as well as the rather disappointing aspects of the process - i.e. the distractions, the comparisons that are naturally drawn between bloggers, the excess and regurgitation of content, the commercialism, the superficial nature of blogging in general (I'm just as guilty as everyone else). And yet, I keep coming back to this space because I like it here, this small nook that I've created for myself. Because I'm constantly being inspired, whether it's by books I've read or new artists whose works I've stumbled across somewhere, and I like to share these experiences. Even if I'm the only one reading, the very act of writing, synthesizing information, and publishing it makes me feel alive, engaged, informed, productive. So even though it's an imperfect medium, I'll keep plugging away at it. No matter where (or nowhere) this little venture takes me. Because the alternative - i.e. the not participating and marveling and learning - is not an option for me.


{Image via The Sweetest Occasion}

Blog birthday part deux

Two years ago today I started this little blog. It's been a wonderfully fun and enlightening journey thus far, especially because of all of you kind folks out there. Thank you carving some time out of your busy schedules to stop by and comment in this space. Your notes mean the world to me and inspire me to be a better blogger. I love the insular world the blogging community has created, this sort of web of like-minded individuals who meet in a virtual space of creativity and wisdom and inspiration and beauty and joy. Getting to know you via your own blogs has been such a treat. And so the journey continues...

Blog Birthday

One year ago today I embarked on this little blogging adventure. In a way, I feel as though I've given birth. Maybe I haven't always been the most attentive of mothers (I'm not here every day, after all). But I try. I try juggling work, commuting, gym, boyfriend time, friend time, family time, reading time, me time and blog time. I'm still exploring and learning and having so much fun in the process. And along the way I've met some really cool, interesting, creative people via their own blogs. I can't wait to see where else this blog of mine takes me in the next year and beyond.

Lark!

Lark /la:k/ noun

1. Any of various small brown singing birds of the family Alaudidae, with an elongated hind claw; spec. the skylark, Alauda arvensis*

2. A frolicsome adventure, a spree; an amusing incident, a (practical) joke

--Oxford English Dictionary
After having recently celebrated my birthday, one of the myriad goals I set for myself was to start my own blog. I feel that starting my own blog is like embarking on a sort of adventure. And I like what the lark represents: an escapade, happiness, morning, song, potential. In literature, the lark is commonly portrayed as the herald of the morning; many an ode exists extolling the virtues of this merry little bird. Furthermore, I don't want to take this blog too seriously and will instead have fun with this space and use it as an opportunity to play and muse on life's little pleasures.