Birthdays are important to me, but I’ve been slipping lately. Just last week, I kept a close eye on the calendar, eager to call my dad on his high holy day. And I did call him – only to learn that I’d circled a date two days past due. Oops. Between that and the fabulous Wild Mountain Memoir Retreat, this belated recognition of Hooked’s second birthday isn’t surprising.
Some might find it silly, fussing over a blog’s date of origin. Maybe. But in recognizing Hooked’s beginnings, what I really mean to honor is the anniversary of our friendship. Some of you have been here since our launch two years ago, while others are newly aboard. Some frequently engage in the conversation; many more are like I was all through school – claiming an unobtrusive spot in the back, carefully following discussions while flying under the radar.
Whatever role suits you best, I’m grateful for your presence. You buoy me by simply showing up, and encourage me to show up, too. Thanks to you, I strung a lot of words together over the past 12 months. Some more memorable than others; maintaining a practice of writing was the point. You made me accountable where I might have otherwise been lazy. As author Heather Lende explained, “I write because you read.”
And what did you read?
You joined Cap’n J and I for our seasonal life aboard the Nerka, transitioning from land to sea last March. In September, you heard Bear the Boat Cat share her displeasure at too-many months aboard. You went halibut fishing with us in May, spent June preparing for the salmon season, and chased kings in July. (The next two months were a blur: over 47 days, we spent 149 hours at the dock. I wasn’t such a reliable contributor during that time.) You gave thanks for the season’s bounty, taking a seat at the table for Fisherman’s Thanksgiving.
Though I often refer to our work’s seasonality, you understand that being a fisherman includes year-round responsibilities. It means advocating for conscientious management and speaking out against genetically engineered salmon. (That work isn’t over, friends. The FDA’s public comment period closes on April 26; please go here to add your thoughts.)
You’re aware of the inherent risks we accept every time we untie the dock lines, and know that we feel each loss at sea – even those on the other side of the continent – as one of our own. You know that sometimes fishermen get lucky, like the miraculous survival of the man in the fish tote. Regardless of whether you’re an ocean-goer yourself or firmly rooted to the shore, you understand the real price of fish.
You know that gender is bound to my experience as a fisherman. I told you about being the first woman that one of my male shipmates crewed with. You met Amanda, a young woman dreaming of a life at sea. You encouraged her through her uncertainty and frustrations, and celebrated her triumph. (Amanda was also Hooked’s first guest writer. I loved you all a serious lot for the warm welcome you gave her.)
You grieved with me, remembering a young man from my social worker days, and honored Native leader Isabella Brady for her tremendous legacy. We walked for life last May, acknowledging suicide as an epidemic in rural Alaskan communities, and sought hope in this video.
We laid Hooked’s first incarnation, a WordPress.com site, to rest with a video from one of my favorite places in Sitka. Thanks to the Chicago Boy’s generous time and skill, we rang 2013 in by migrating to our new, self-hosted home here.
Good timing, this birthday. Writers burned up the internets last week, hotly arguing whether or not they should be blogging. Is it a distraction from “real” writing projects? Is it necessary to pave the road to publication?
I can’t deny that Hooked sometimes distracts me from the chapters I need to be writing. But that’s not because blogging is something I think I should be doing, that this is a strategic, end-goal-oriented obligation. Being here with you is fun. Over the past two years, you’ve made writing a gratifying, reciprocal exchange.
My friend Karla made this beautiful suggestion. “Perhaps blogging is like the tide, a flood that can serve to recharge and the ebb which is a drain. The intensity, dependent on the seasons.”
A perfect thought to close one special year and enter the next.
Happy birthday! Many, many more!!
Congrats Tele! Sitting in the back of the class, but paying attention! 🙂
Happy birthday to one of my favorite writers (who happens to blog). 🙂
Happy Birthday Hooked! Congratulations Tele!
I’m excited for the third year of your journey and
to follow you along the way. So untie those dock
lines and lets go fishing!
Tele, your post conjured up an image of Raven laughing down, good-naturedly, at you. He knows how to create and have fun, that one! Your wisdom is growing, little sister. Your writing is medicinal, it has the power to heal.