Did you ever get news? I mean NEWS that just surprised the heck out of you and was totally unexpected? Nice kind of news, like a pat on the back or an amazing bit of, well, news!
I have experienced this joyful situation a couple of times lately, and it all has to do with the written word. Let me tell you about what I heard today, because it effects a decision I have to make about what happened February 13th.
I have been really busy. Too busy to think let alone write. It has been a long couple of days. Warm weather gone, I trudged into the post office to mail show invitations. One of my neighbors came in after me and asked if I had heard his "Announcement." (Grandfather? I started to say...) And then I got the news. I have lived down the lane from this man for over 16 years and if I were dangling over a vat of something vile and scorching hot, I could not have saved my own life by guessing what his wonderful news would be. Never. "I have written a BOOK!" (Again my mind searched the wild range of possibilities. Dogs?) He said..."I'm a poet and I have just published my first book!"
What? This bear of a man who plows out my snow covered drive so my family can get in for Christmas? What what what? We went on to talk all about writing, about life and living out our dreams, and his wonderful book that we hope one of our other neighbors who drives a UPS truck might deliver that very day. Hope. I can't tell you how incredibly proud I am of this man, a retired school teacher and Humane Society volunteer, who has written what I'm guessing will be a tender collection of his poems called Whispers of Autumn, Love and Reflection.
This brings me to another evening, another tired Me sitting here after another long day. A very good writer friend of mine Ginger Janda, had complimented me on my blog. And then I was invited to read the latest post in hers, The Beach Writer. Ginger is a wonderful writer, and used to write for and run the local newspaper. She grew up in the newspaper business, and I suspect has printing ink running in her veins. She and her family are now living in Jacksonville, Florida, where they are pursuing their creative dreams. Being a poster child for such endeavors, I am thrilled with every post, beach picture and comment I see on facebook and in her blog. I am proud of her for doing it. Anyway, back to this blog post. In it, she announced very proudly that she had won the Sunshine Award for her blog, and was required to follow certain steps in the acceptance of it. In agreeing to accept it, she had to thank the person who gave it to her, answer certain questions, and pass it along to 10 more people. In true Ginger creative fashion, she chose 5 instead of 10, and based it on the creativity of each writer, each person. Now it gets exciting, now here is my NEWS: she chose me as one of her Round Table. I was amazed and quite overwhelmed. I accept this honor now with great pride, and will attempt to obey (sort of) the rules.
Thank you Ginger Janda for choosing me to receive this pretty flower and the award that goes with it. Thank you for noticing my blog and writing...it is something that I do with the part of me that is left over after sculpting. I enjoy it very much, and have written quietly for years.
Friday, February 24, 2012
Monday, February 13, 2012
I live in a woods. There are very old trees, interesting rocks and hillocks of tufted grass and twisted briars. I have planted flowers everywhere but I have kept the wildness as best I can. And since it is late, and I feel safe telling you this, I think there are other small creatures living here besides me. Mice, raccoons, coyotes, deer, possums, rabbits and wee folk. This place is magical, so it doesn't surprise me to have things go missing and turn up in other places. I grew up with an Irish / German mother. I had Irish nuns as teachers in grade school. So it follows that I believe in fairies, and being familiar with them, would want to make them.
Please let me explain something to you that I am sure you will want to know. Animals, people, fairies, birds, um, well they hang around in my head till I make them. I had a couple dance in my head one evening years ago making so much noise I had to get up and go sculpt them if I was going to get any sleep at all that night. It is the same with these fairies. I think that I have figured it out, though. Sometimes it takes me a long while to sort a sculpture out technically. Often I can "see" it in my head, but I can't quite figure out how to make it stand up, or what it will be holding, etc. It has taken me a many years to understand how to sculpt a standing fairy. But finally, the magic happened.
So you see, wee folk do live in my woods, in my studio and in my heart. It certainly pleases me to help them cross over into this world. They seem to be pretty happy about it too.
Saturday, February 11, 2012
He really didn't know what to do or what sound to make. He sat primly in mama's lap for at least 5 minutes in awe of the colorful baubles that blew from mommy's lips and that yellow magic wand. They touched him and disappeared. He grabbed at them and they were gone. Oh that Nana gaga, she brings magic when she comes.
Later, the wind is still blowing and it lulls baby to sleep for a nappy...and all those puppies, too. Let the wind and snow blow all it can, we are tucked in safe and sound, peaceful and quiet. Sweet.