Friday, November 25, 2011

Prelude to Thanksgiving

My husband and I visited my mother in her new home last weekend.  She is 81 now, and had been unsteady on her feet enough that she decided a year ago, perhaps earlier, that she needed to live with family.  She made the move in September from her own home and well-established life in another state, to a cottage on the property of my brother's home on the California coast.
Now, I can visualize where she sits to eat meals, where Buddy, her teddy bear dog, settles on the porch, what it's like for her to use her cane stepping onto the driveway.  She has four fabulous grandchildren, ages 8, 14, 16, and 18, stopping by each day, giving her hugs, delivering her mail.  Her voice on the phone has a lift, she sounds rested since she's now retired as well, and is exploring the vicinity, having screwed up her courage to drive along now familiar routes.  She's also found a church home.  (Son and family belong to a different denomination.)
May we all age so well and courageously!

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Progress Report

It's amazing!  If you speak out loud what you hope for, the universe will respond.
I was speaking with a woman who works at the local independent bookstore about how-do-writers-connect-in-this-town and she invited me to join her and two other women in a writers group that they started some time ago.  But, it had been dormant a while, she said.  We met last night in a downtown coffeeshop.  She provided the prompts to get us started on short free-writing, and voila - magic!  We were writing great stuff!  THANK YOU!  This is so exciting.

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Graphite Scribbles

I started scribbling nonsense words with pencil on yellow carbon paper my Mom gave us kids in long and short connected strokes before I'd graduated from block letters, just because I couldn't wait for the freehand of script.  
A well turned sentence is such a beautiful thing.  What are the beautiful things in my life?  Hiking a coastal trail in Pacific fog, listening to the Faure Requiem in a silent, packed church.   I've taken writing classes occasionally and hope to publish something really good someday - doesn't have to be great, just good.  So, here goes!