Particularities of the Ordinary
- At July 17, 2023
- By Write in Community
- In Blog
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Particularities and Meaning
When I was thirteen, dad gave me a small garden plot to tend for a year. It was six feet by six feet, tilled to make plantings easier. This fertile plot of earth received my attention for a year and before long, a window of wonder appeared. I started to notice details in the garden – a small city of vermin burrowing and crawling on their knees and fliers with tiny helicopter blades buzzing the grass.
At a young age I loved poetry and thought what’s important was looking for the extraordinary and exceptional. But “noticing” particularities of the ordinary made life feel bigger, more significant. Noticing the everyday brought up memories and meaningful connections sometimes from experiences years ago or, maybe a few minutes that wouldn’t have been accessed without paying attention.
Read More»Take a Leap
- At October 25, 2021
- By Write in Community
- In Blog
- 6
The Fire Inside: A Companion for the Creative Life
Chapter Twelve: Just Do It
Take a Leap
Pursue what catches your heart, not what catches your eyes.–Roy T. Bennett, The Light in the Heart
I remember…
The first time I took a leap I was young, about the same age as my fifth-grade granddaughter. So many years ago and I can still remember it, changes churning inside me, subtle, but tangible. It was as if unknown forces had taken camp inside my stomach—driving impulses, fiery urges that kept pushing up like hunger at the end of a long day. What was I longing for?
My school was hosting an art show and I did—no, I didn’t—want to participate. I was worried. Was I good enough? How could I compare to Robert, who could draw a real horse? Or the third grader who did pretty cross-stitch and embroidered a four-colored rainbow? But in art class, we’d been introduced to colored pencils, clay and paint, and a beautiful yearning took hold in me. I loved it, all of it, and decided to take the plunge. From that day forward, I formed a new identity, perceiving myself as someone more than the freckle-faced girl who rode a pony and collected rocks. And seeing my lopsided pinch pot in the art show, I felt a warm buzz course from my toes to my head.
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