“Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, today is the present. That’s why they call it a gift.”
Thursday morning I had to leave the house early, but didn’t have to be to work for another hour. No problem guessing where I could be found with that little extra bit of free time… Humboldt Cafe, of course. I stop there every morning, anyway, and pick up my XL, three shot capp to go, but that morning I was gifted the treat of being able to stay.
Someone saw me crossing the street from the parking lot. My drink was already started when I walked in the door. A smile was waiting for me when I stepped up to the cash register, a personal greeting. I felt…. nurtured.
I nurture – support, bolster, watch over, make comfortable – all day. At home with my family, at work with my interns. I surely am loved, but I am rarely taken care of. I don’t see my mom very often!
In that instant, when someone was watching out and taking care of me, I felt freed. I decided that it was time to come out of the wee, cozy, place I had been curled up in. I had been biding my time, preparing myself to emerge into the cold, dark, world again. The previous weeks had been filled with biting my nails and watching the election, cleaning up glass in the nooks and crannies of my kitchen, making lists of things lost in the burglary, and trying to place value on items that were not replaceable. My mind had been in a foggy place and focusing on the really good things in life did not seem possible. The simple pleasures were simply not accessible.
And suddenly, in that magical instant, I was ready to come back.
All sorts of kindnesses fell on me that day: I won a rat from Carl and Stainless Steel Droppings. I received absolution for what I considered a mistake, from my supervisor at work. I had a wonderful conversation with a long lost cousin. So Thursday was the turning point.
Write on Wednesday and Becca’s prompt:
Do you do writing exercises or warm ups? Do you think they could be valuable?
Becca quoted novelist Bret Anthony Johnson from this month’s Poets and Writers Magazine,
Writing exercises purge my mind of everything but a concentrated attention to language. I’ve forgotten about the leaky faucet or the overdue library book, and most importantly, I’ve released my fear about starting the morning’s writing.
Writing the weekly Write on Wednesday prompt has been a kind of warm up exercise for me. There is a subject already set for me to pontificate on, and it always seems to be something incredibly relevant at that very moment in my life.
Another quote by Johnson, …”I’ve forgotten about the leaky faucet or overdue library book…..” really nails it. I can forget about the mundane, which is partly what I have been immersed in the past couple weeks. I move into a different room in my brain’s labyrinth.
When I take a step away from something, I miss it. When I take two steps away, it’s a fond memory. When I take three steps away, I have a vague recollection, but I don’t remember how wonderful it felt. I have to go back in and do it again, and then that light flickers on once more and I think, “Oh my gosh, how could I have stopped writing? It is so satisfying, and it feels extraordinary!”
So I am back in my little writing cubby. And I can’t imagine how I could have left it for so long. And I am back to my weekly writing exercise. It is a good exercise for me because it is different from my other kind of writing. It is non-fiction, it is about me and mine, and it is from my heart. It is easy to take the leap from this to fiction. Sometimes life is stranger than fiction, right? Mine can be that way, anyway.
Another simple pleasure I let go for a little while? Talking with people I don’t know about important things. I had a conversation that morning with a young woman sitting next to me. She was a writer, trying to decide if she should go on to graduate school next year, or take a year off to write. I voted for the year off. She was young, and there’s nothing like life’s experiences to give you fodder!
Oh my, now I am rambling. So I will drift away from WOW and go to a meme. I have never completed a meme before. Bellezza tagged me, and I decided it was a good place to count my blessings and look at plans for the future.
7 Things I Did Before
1. Hitchhiked across England
2. Owned an Irish pub
3. Made a living (of sorts) selling my art
4. Hunted for fossils
5. Spoke in front of a group of adults even though I was afraid
6. Read everything written by Charles Dickens
7. Catered a wedding
7 Things I Do Now
1. Write often
2. Avoid eating meat
3. Live in the moment
5. Try to model patience in all situations
6. Send queries to agents
7. Enjoy time alone
7 Things I Want To Do
1. Spend a month in Bali
2. Own land in the middle of a National Forest
3. Get off the grid
4. Be able to run again
5. Quit working (the day job)
6. Stop sleeping
7. Be more graceful
7 Things That Attract Me in Others
4. Dry humor
7 Favorite Foods
7 Things I Say Most Often
1. I love you
2. Drive safe
3. Call or text me
4. This too shall pass
5. I am proud of you
6. Be careful
7. Live in the moment
7 people to tag
No assignments today. Take the challenge if you like, and please leave a comment if you do, so I can read your “sevens.”
Following the wonderful celebration of Thanksgiving, is my favorite holiday – The Christmas season. I will have more to say about that, closer to December. But I leave you with this photo of Mary, Queen of Grace, reading of course, and awaiting the birth of her child (The Magdelene Reading, by Rogier van der Weyden).