If you can see your path laid out in front of you step by step, you know it’s not your path. Your own path you make with every step you take. That’s why it’s your path.-—Joseph Campbell

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Sacred Narrative

People need a sacred narrative. They must have a sense of larger purpose, in one form or another, however intellectualized. They will find a way to keep ancestral spirits alive.  E. O. Wilson

A new thought while walking this morning. It’s time to take a hiatus from this blog and put my energy into writing the book I keep “talking” about.

I have a morning routine that is waking me to new-to-me ideas and I would like to try the morning pages, quote and walk, then work on the manuscript.

Thank you for your support, your ideas, and your just being out there. I’ve learned a lot. At some point I may show up again, but for now, I don’t know.

What about me?

You, dear friend, seem solidly with me. Thanks.

🙂

Oh, one more thing. I highly recommend the new Robert Redford movie, The Company You Keep.

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Feelings into Words

How far you go in life depends on your being tender with the young, compassionate with the aged, sympathetic with the striving and tolerant of the weak and strong. Because someday in your life you will have been all of these.  George Washington Carver

Day 12words

YES!  When I saw this quote I knew it immediately as the feeling I’ve been desparately trying to find words for.

Growing Community

We must not, in trying to think about how we can make a big difference, ignore the small daily differences we can make which, over time, add up to big differences that we often cannot foresee.   Marian Wright Edelman

Day 11

Last night at the community garden volunteer training workshop we brainstormed how to get a neighborhood more involved. The Valencia Community Garden was established four years ago and the neighbors are still not working in the garden or participating in the monthly veggie of the month food demonstration or yearly taste-a-thon. I listen to ideas that sound similar to the ones we come up with every year at this training.

Early that afternoon I was the adult assigned to a table of four young adolescents in the youth summer gardening program. The tasks were to fry green tomatoes picked from the garden and to make a remoulade sauce. Two of the guys began the job of slicing tomatoes (carefully tucking fingers out of the way of the sharp knife) and then coating them with egg, flour, and a cornmeal mix. The only girl in our group took over the frying, diligently stirring and flipping the prepared slices. The youngest member of the group (whom I affectionately call Tigger) measured and whisked together the ingredients for the sauce.

There were no cuts, no burns, no big spills…and no arguments. All I really did was watch, amazed.

Hey y’all. Maybe we’re overlooking something here. For four years we’ve been grooming the next generation of neighbors. And they are very involved.

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A Creative Break

Creativity involves breaking out of established patterns in order to look at things in a different way.  Edward de Bono

Day 10

I’m smuggly content at being able to spend a pleasant, somewhat productive day alone. But…

One brother is playing blues in a cozy little neighborhood bar on his 60th birthday. The other brother will be there with his new girlfriend from New York City. I don’t think I’ll go.

Why not, Laura?

The day has been so nice I could easily slip into pajamas and return to the book I’ve been reading. Anyway, I’ve seen both brothers within the last 24 hours.

And?

About six o’clock, as Buddy would be beginning to play, I think, “Why not, Laura?”

Yeah, my thought exactly.

So I slip on a clean shirt, put on a little lipstick, pick up the car keys and head out the door.

How is it?

Wonderful. I sit with a childhood neighbor, meet Bruce’s girlfriend and note a new confidence in Buddy’s presentation. And then…

What?

This young guy with an African djembe comes on stage. Buddy starts playing his guitar and the drummer adds rhythm. It isn’t long before the guy’s lost in the music. By the last song he has jumped off the stage and is beating the floor with drumsticks. It is incredible!

Better than pajamas and a good book?

Probably so…however, in the middle of all this energy, I wonder what this kid was like as a third grader.

Through the Looking Glass

The world is a looking glass and gives back to every man the reflection of his own face.  William Makepeace Thackeray

Yesterday’s quote ended up centering on the word sense.  And so much more.

As I sat in the ophthalmologist’s waiting room full of older women, I felt a connection. There was my mother…and myself. How funny… after all those years struggling to not be her.

Who will I be today? Happy Solstice!

Happily Creative

This is a quick post.

1. In a few minutes a friend and I are taking a day trip to a nursery (plants) a couple hours from here.

2. I’ve been struggling with a writing “assignment” providing copy for pictures on the website of our community youth garden. Just the facts are not pleasing me. I’ve submitted the idea for an alternate approach and am waiting to hear if I can pursue it.

3. Tonight’s the third anniversary of the library book club I facilitate. I want to get home from the nursery in time to make cranberry nut muffins for the celebration. This month’s selection is The Poisonwood Bible by Barbara Kingsolver. I’m expecting a stimulating discussion.

And the quote for the day…

It’s good to be creatively busy.  Me

The Story Factor

The Universe is showing you the way.

Yeah, right.

Tell them what happen to you yesterday.

Well, it was pretty neat.

Go on.

OK OK…I go to my regular Friday get together with mostly retired school teacher friends. Happy hour at the Mexican restaurant. We call it margarita therapy. Grace brings her daughter, a lovely 23 year old young woman, who when she was seven was in my Sunday school class. Well, she orders a margarita with a Dos Equis turned upside down in it. Whoa…the old school marms are impressed.

Keep going.

OK. I’m setting the stage. One of my afterschool kids, Marie, comes in with her family. I love this eight year old. She’s happily in her own creative world. I call her name and she skips over to me and gives me a hug. Steps back, grins at me and gives me another. It feels wonderful.

And then…

Hey, these are important parts of my story.

OK

Grace gets a call. Her friend is on the way. A few minutes later in walks Annette Simmons. Well, I know that name. Know she’s friends of some of my more creative friends. But there’s more. I have suspected she is the daughter of a woman I taught with more than thirty years ago. And she wrote a book, several in fact. But the one I know something about is The Story Factor. I actually own a copy. Whoa! Six degrees of separation is now down to maybe one or two.

The Universe

Whatever…We talk. I realize I don’t know how to describe what I write or where I think I’m going with it. (Note to self) She’s got lots of energy and experience. It feels wonderful. (also noted)

You and your notebook 

Hey, whatever works. Later when I get home I pull The Story Factor off the shelf and begin reading. OMG. The words connect. I know I’ve read some of it before, but I’m seeing it differently now. Breathe, Laura. Now in addition to The Poisonwood Bible that I need to finish before book club this week and The Dude and the Zen Master that I’m halfway into, I want to find time for The Story Factor. And in two hours I’m going to be at a sculpting workshop led by a truly wonderful creative.

Breathe, Laura. And enjoy.

To be a person is to have a story to tell.  Isak Dinesen

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