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Star-wise, the Magi traversed foreign sands, often against the wind.
The star beckoned.
Uncharted terrain, bandits and unwritten tribal codes, regional airborne viruses—everywhere, monumental risk.
By night, they braved prowling beasts; by day, in town after town, the narrowed eyes of strangers.
Perhaps second thoughts eroded their confidence.
Is this the best plan?
Did I choose the right gift?
How will I make it through these days? [Read more…]
One windless night, just beyond my bedroom window, Fowler Lake froze, luminous as mercury glass.
Ever the social caboose of my class, pre-teen me hunkered in bed. Crushing thoughts made it hard to breathe. No grace for being me.
I woke to 99 acres of gleaming ice: no pocks or blisters. Nary a wrinkle. Picture the Lincoln Memorial Reflecting Pool. Now picture 12 of them, frozen, side by side, shaved smooth by an epic Zamboni.
I pulled on my figure skates, freestyled across the ultimate playground. Greenish-black depths glinted with bubbles seemingly lit from below.
Translucence draws us. The pristine awes us. Who doesn’t want to coast and glide and skim, grab each hem of these shirttail verbs related to wheel and rise and soar?
Who can skate around the whole lake?
How far (and how fast) is enough? [Read more…]
So much depends on the angle of light, and the way you squint.
—Margaret Atwood
How would you caption this photo?
Little bug, big attitude? Walk softly, and cast a long shadow? Dracu-fly wannabe with serious Cape Envy?
I almost missed this miniature drama at my feet. Dreamer noticed the lone butterfly. I chose where I would stand in relation to the light (a mindset I hope to keep cultivating).
Photo-ops surround us, waiting to be absorbed. Received, rather than taken.
Even for rookies, like me. [Read more…]
Windfall —”an unexpected gain” — who wouldn’t want one?
Oh, have I got a story for you, a tale worth a roomful of candles and cake . . . 
One week ago the local adoption agency phoned our eldest daughter, mother to our 16-month-old grandson. The agency’s request was urgent, the need, dire.
A struggling newborn in the Deaconess Neonatal Intensive Care Unit (NICU) needed someone to help her learn to eat. Hopefully, to thrive. Overworked nurses wanted someone calm and caring to hold one tiny girl, coax her into life. Would our daughter come?
She and her husband weighed the risks. There were many.
Still, she went. Stepped right into miraculous, heart-wrenching chaos for five days. We met our newest little one in NICU that first evening. Ashen and frail, with an awkward feeding port in her skull and cords snaking off to various monitors, she looked like a small electric doll. [Read more…]
Exposure—now there’s a threatening word. Are you up for an armchair adventure?
Let’s play “Exposure: Risk and Gift,” a creativity game I dreamed up, well, just because.
If you read my recent post on the Camperdown Elm, here is the same tree, seen later in the day and from another angle. Trick-or-treat, anyone?
Using one of the statements you circled, write a letter, or a list, a poem, or a song, or even a partial scene using one of these phrases below (or one of your own) as a kickstart:
Or you could write from the viewpoint of someone discovering the cure for Dutch Elm Disease . . .
Play with possibilities, no matter how crazy, and see what happens. Sometimes free writing unearths an emotion that’s “under the radar,” eating at your inner peace.
The Camperdown Elm in November dusk (first two photos) looks pretty creepy.
The Camperdown Elm below was taken in April, in afternoon light.
Margaret Atwood once said: So much depends on the light, and the way you squint.
Now take what you’ve risked writing so far and “gift it” with one or two of the following:
Follow wherever the words want to take you. Stop when you feel done.
Read back what you’ve written. Has the overall mood and/or meaning changed?
Have your thoughts about the underlying fear you identified changed?
Consider emailing me what you created. I’d love to read it!
Was this experiment interesting or enlightening?
Would you enjoy a similar creative prompt from time time?
p.s. To see a stunning full view of the Filoli Camperdown Elm tree in bloom as well as the fabulous winged seedpods in close-up, click here. (scroll to image #5)
