June 21, 2010
Renewing the Soul One Writing Idea at a Time
Before I left for vacation, my Nikko Blue hydrangeas, the ones that are supposed to be the most awesome blue color in the world, were pink. It sort of summed up several months for me: expecting and hoping for one thing and getting something else entirely. I dumped a bunch of "make it blue" natural powder stuff on them, and not unlike the fairies in Sleeping Beauty, waved my little shovel around and willed those flowers to turn blue.
The day I left, they were still pink.
I have a feeling now, that at some point, they will turn blue. . . a garden analogy for my attitude and how the beach lifts me up.
There is something about sinking ones toes into the sand and and floating rhythmically on the waves that soothes my soul. I spend my days with tangled salt water hair and sand in every crevice imaginable and love every minute of it. The beach is capable of healing me, plain and simple. Ask any one of my family members who have been around me for the last couple of days.
At home, I get worked up over country club emails and let things bother me. Here? I noticed a cranky email, replied to it smartly and without stress, and I let it go.
Part of the attitude change is due to my Lil C, who is a beach girl through and through. Yesterday, while floating over the waves with her and Big I on an ocean whose surface was like glass, she said, "I am not getting out, not ever. I just love this" and then burst into a fit of infectious giggles. Of course, last night on the way home from dinner, she said "Floating on that raft was like a baby ride. It was too easy" and then she launched into a fresh round of hiccup-inducing giggles.
On the way down here, we spent a night in Chincoteague, VA. I had never been there before but I will definitely go back. A quaint little town where you can walk to "Bill's" or "Dan's" restaurants from the hotel, it jump started the vacation mode very easily. While walking to dinner, we walked past a little bed & breakfast that had a sign on the fence. Apparently, a writer (whose name escapes me now), had stayed there and written a book back in the 40's.
"That's what I should do," I told Mr. BBM. "I should stay at a little beach town somewhere and write a book."
When I was fresh out of college and working at the Creative Nonfictionliterary journal as an assistant editor, I interviewed a writer we had published named Donald Morrill. He had written a memoir piece and when I asked him what advice he could offer to just-emerging-from-college writers, he said that his advice was to not try to write any memoir until you're at least in your late 30's or 40's. "Until then," he said, "you think you have plenty to say but you really don't. Young writers who try to write memoir lack perspective." I've read two memoirs while at the beach: Eat, Pray, Love and Mennonite in a Little Black Dressand I am hungry to read more writers like these two. They were inspiring. If publishable stories can be crafted about family recipes and funny family happenings, I have a wealth of material to write about. My family is quite "write-able." And although I'd like to stick to my story that I'm still only 29, the fact is, this "29-year old" is a bit of a liar. (You know, in case you haven't figured that out quite yet.)
So, I spent much of the drive discussing with Mr. BBM, subjects of potential books and possible chapter titles. And I think I'm going to try to write more than just this blog. I think I'm going to make some type of writing commitment, even if it means getting up earlier than usual or staying up later than usual so that I can have some peace and quiet to write.
I mean, all of you who read this blog would buy my book right? I could probably sell as least 10 copies or something, and that would be pretty cool.
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While I’m sure you know this already, it’s the acid in the dirt around your hydrangeas causing the pink…we have three of them-one blue, two pink. Weird! Anywho, you must read The Wednesday Sisters IMMEDIATELY. I hope you took it with you…it applies quite aptly to this post. Read it, then we’ll talk. We’ll be our own Wednesday Sisters…or PA Turnpike girls…well, we’ll work on our name! 🙂 Enjoy the beach! It is restorative!
I thought I had it in me to write a book. So, I started to. But I needed documents that I absolutely could not get. Flame out. I was a preemie baby born at 24 weeks. I weighed 1-14. Nothing but hands on nursing care and a couple of drugs til I tripled my weight. No documents, no back-up for my title…Nature, Nurture or Medicine?
You just go and do it!! You’ve got nothing to lose and everything to gain.
I am definitely a glass half full person. I have had a few periods in my life when the glass was almost empty, but even then I somehow tend to soldier on and savor those few drops until they again appear as wide as the seas to me. I do many things to stay positive but perhaps the most important is maintaining an “attitude of gratitude”. It’s hard to be cynical or feel sorry for myself when I really look around me and find the beauty and small joys that life has to offer. When I can be grateful for the shape of a leaf, the sounds of birds, a desert breeze; I’m doing just fine.
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I’d buy 10 copies.
That is why I love you. . .