I am just now catching my breath from the Christmas part of the holidays. Last-minute shopping, wrapping, delivering, unwrapping, and feeding has taken place. My son Tim, living in NYC, has come and gone for a quick visit (dropped off at the airport at 6:00 a.m. this morning). The University made the decision to be closed over this whole week, though faculty and academic staff have ostensibly been working from home. I have done some email, and have some other projects I'll try to get to tomorrow, but I'm likely not to have much to show for myself work-wise for this week. There is still some smoked salmon left over for tonight in the refrigerator, and I'm feeling no urgency.
My favorite present came early, perhaps intended partly as a birthday present, from my youngest brother in Alaska. Here it is:
Actual size less than an inch wide - with a hook to use it as a zipper pull. It's a riff on a Hells Angels motto, and I'm delighted to have it.
I'm never quite as much alive as when I am writing, though meditation is good to do as well. Writing brings me back to a sense of being myself, irreducible, unchanging at the core. It helps me dive below the flotsam and jetsam at the surface to what lies below. I think I've been waiting for things to clear on their own, instead of pushing aside the surface distractions to reconnect with what is important.
I've been spending the last couple of days, in between things, catching up on some blogs, and being inspired once again to clear my throat and and find voice for my thoughts and observations.
Let this be my New Year's endeavor to Write Free, to write freely, to be free to write, to free up the writing.
Addendum: if any of you are particularly interested in an online writing community (fiction, poetry, and more) particularly oriented to young adults (or writers with young adult readers in mind), check out Figment. I've recently spent a couple of late evenings browsing among the posted writings, some by published authors trying out new material, and some by unpublished young writers looking for feedback.
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7 comments:
oh, i LOVE that zipper pull -- it's AWESOME!!!
lovely to see you around...
xo
I also LOVE it.
Very thoughtful gift!
Ellen, this is perfect. I love how you wrote about clearing your throat and finding your voice again. That's just how I feel after the holidays too. Yesterday, after getting back, it felt so good to hole up on my writing chair . . .
I raise my glass to you, and to writing hard and dying free!
so glad to see you back. it's been a while since you posted and I've wondered where you were. happy new year. all things are possible in this moment.
what a great new year's resolution. and it goes very well with my belief that "writing is the new praying."
happy new year to you!!
Oh, I know how you feel about writing. That's how I feel too. When I wrote a poem a day in April last year for National Poetry Month, I never felt more alive.
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