Sometimes I say to myself–no, Kathy, do not blog today. You have blogged how many days in a row? You are a crazy bloggin’ fool. Do something else. Read more blogs written by other people. Watch a movie, for crying out loud. How about catching up on your township work? Go for a walk, talk to chickadees, remember your camera.
But no, this brings so much pleasure. Sitting here at the computer in the mid-afternoon with a cup of tea (OK sometimes a glass of wine, depending how late) allowing words to Have Their Way With Me.
I love to write, you know that, don’t you?
Since 3rd grade…robin poem. 4th grade…novel about Gretl escaping from Nazi Germany, 122 pages of the most god-awful writing imaginable (shame on me! The inner 4th grader is now sobbing and I must hug her, saying it wasn’t intended, please forgive, you wrote wonderfully for a ten year old, what was this 54 year-old thinking?)
Susan D. of commenting fame, one of the Susan D’s of this blog’s commenting fame (and guest blogger fame), and I met for lunch at the Nite Owl Restaurant today. I adore Susan D. One of the reasons–I admit it–is because she reads my blog regularly. (OK, Susan, I would love you anyway, I would, I truly would…)
So few of my friends read this blog regularly. (sob, sob!) But Susan reads and she discusses and she compliments and she offers her pearly wisdom, and how I adore her! (I would adore you blog readers as well, if you lived nearby. We would go to lunch and I would pay for your lunch if it was a plump monetary week. How I adore my readers!)
Anyway, I inquired of Susan D, “Hey Susan, have you noticed anything different about the blog since 11-11-11?”
(That’s when I wrote a blog announcing dramatically that I was intending for the tone of this blog to Change.)
When it seemed like I had failed in my intention to change the tone of this blog, I justified with this blog.
However, lately, it has 100% come to this blogger’s attention that Everything has changed recently here.
Can you guess what has changed?
Can you sense it?
I will pause briefly while you think.
OK, here is the Blogging Announcement: What has Changed on Lake Superior Spirit since November:
Previously, I used to take photos and then write stories about the pictures. Photos of lake, photos of woods, photos of trees, photos of flowers. The photos took precedence. The stories followed.
Suddenly the order is reversed.
I write stories and then find photos to illustrate.
My deep deep love of writing, my childhood love, my soul-mate, my true wonder (sorry, Barry, of course I don’t mean it–you are my true love but please let me continue) is now writing these blogs.
Writing fills me with joy beyond imagining! The heart pumps, it sings, it dances in amazement at words, words, words!
I really don’t write. I sit in front of a notebook or computer–without a thought in mind sometimes, like yesterday–not a thought in mind, with nothing to say, why am I sitting at the computer anyway?–and watch as the fingers begin typing and the heart begins throbbing and words appear effortlessly and joyously on paper spinning tales of life rising and falling, birthing and dying, fading and reviving.
I have just written 547 without any inclination of effort, with only joy and fingertips moving on keyboard, amazed to watch words create themselves out of nothing, sing themselves into existence, find their match in universal feeling, dance onto the computer screen, wiggle their impertinent or profound or silly or divine characters in the appropriate paragraphs.
I never once think words are cement, solid, predictable. They are never to be believed, boxed, fixed. They are meant to be fluid, water, song. They are meant to be God grinning or mourning or pointing toward the moon. They are meant to be chickadees chirping. They are meant to be so pliable that you drink them like hot steaming tea, you delight in them, you tuck them into bed at night and watch them say prayers of thanksgiving.
I am glad to be letting them have their way with me, allowing them to zumba into 2012. Who knows where they shall salsa next? Shall we continue to dance?