Thursday, November 28, 2013
Wednesday, November 27, 2013
Thanksgiving long ago
Winter can be
perfect if the quality and quantity of the snow is appropriate for the planned
task. Skiing is delightful with a deep
powder but driving is perfect when there is a dust that covers the grey. The wrong
snow for the wrong task is very inconvenient or annoying.
This morning
produced the kind of snow that turned to ice which results in wheels spinning for the commuter. By midday,
and a rise in temperature, moving the snow off the sidewalk was like shoveling water
out of a swimming pool. It was the kind of snow that made your mittens soggy
when you attempted to make a snow ball.
When I was young,
this was a holiday that was spent at my uncle’s farm in Ohio. Mother would always have the suitcases packed
and ready the day before. Dad would
always have to just make a quick stop at the office to finish some important
sale. We were lucky if we got out of
town by mid-day.
One of the problems
with travel between Buffalo and Toledo was driving through Pennsylvania. There
was always construction even in the winter and there was always snow near Erie,
maybe even in July.
The trip was usually
quiet since mom was not happy that we would be arriving after her family’s bedtime
and dad was attending to the highway with the snow building up on the road. The windshield wipers slapped back and forth
and once in the car, the wheels just went around and around with only a quick
stop for gas and toilet.
The end of the trip
would bring us to Uncle Medard and Aunt Gertrude’s farm and they would get up
and bustle about to get us into bedrooms for the night. Uncle Medard was an industrial plumber with a
wide girth. He told a good story and was
an even tempered man. I would enjoy
spending time talking with him and reading is mechanics illustrated books. Aunt Gertrude was a well-meaning woman who
always planted the wet kiss on your check upon your arrival.
It was the mystery
meal since you had no idea who would be attending the meal – Medard had three
boys and a girl. Rev Simeon only came in
the summer but in the very early days, Joe and Jim came with their family. Then Joe and his wife split and he came with
the new wife occasionally. Jim and his
crew would come for the meal and then leave until he decided to take a permanent
leave. Mary Ellen and her crew were the steady family and over the years would
be the only connection. Mother was very
close to Mary Ellen and I always felt they had a much closer connection than
mom and I. It all feels like another
life time now... the chicken plucker in the basement, the hen house, the nut
crusher in the yard, the riding mower... long ago.
We would drive,
talk, eat and then drive home again in the dark and like today, it would snowed.
Saturday, November 16, 2013
RECOVERY
RECOVERY
About 20 days
before my seventy-fourth birthday, I got an email that had a great impact upon
my core sense of self. This is what I have taken from the
experience.
It has been my practice for a while to get up in the morning
with a fairly optimistic, positive, but realistic attitude about who I am and
what I am doing. For a good part of my life, it has been my experience to
observe that while I was not at the pinnacle in any area, I could hold my own
in a range of experiences. Cooking, trip planning, photos, storytelling,
etc. were a few areas that I counted myself in the top third while spelling,
sewing, and flower arrangements were at the bottom. I had tricked myself
into believing that I had a tribe that when needed, could help me grow by
pointing out other ways in which I could present myself or my creativity. I
listen and give good consideration to comments that are constructive or meant
to help. It took me a long time to share my stories and even longer
to share my photos though I have been published in both since high
school.
I am aware that when you put yourself out there, not
everyone is going to accept what you create as good and might even not like it.
If you want to create, show up, be seen, you will get your ass kicked. It
takes courage and while in writing and photo, I think I am a storyteller; I
accept and admit that many have better technical skills and techniques. I
am ok about anything said about my products but this email was about me.
Cheap shots from the cheap seats presented as coming from an anonymous
crowd. It took the wind out of me and sent me scrambling to my cave for
it felt mean and intended to hurt.
As it was, a prior commitment made me get back on the
writing horse and I was forced to move through “not enough” to “I can do it”
and “who do you think you are” and to get out of my own self-pity and back to
...some people will never like your or what you write.
When you are creative and take a picture either with words
or the lens, you are vulnerable. Fear takes over and piles fuel to your
self-doubt. My little inner child grew up thinking I was a mistake and stupid,
so when a cannon ball hits you, the little one starts to scream... run, hide,
protect yourself, join the foreign legion, etc. that person is right and that
is how EVERYONE see you.
I have just been through a rugged weight loss process where
I ate 500-600 calories a day for 40 days and lost about 22 pounds for a total loss
since I started being aware of my food of 30 pounds. I am still a chunky
person and at this age my skin is not as supple so ... to help me get on with
my creative process, I literally took my clothing off and I wrote naked. I
started with the Haiku and then other stuff and finally the article.
I care about what people think. I see you and hear you that
praise and don’t like what I create, but naked or not, I am going to create and
for today, I am fully clothed.
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