The ornaments are off the
tree and the string of chili pepper lights that brightened our kitchen for the
holidays is down. Everything looks a bit plain with the decorations packed away
for another eleven months.
Life, now, is quieter,
simpler. Hearty comfort food is what I crave and the urge to burrow in and
hibernate beckons. It's the natural cycle of the year—the way it should be. I
think our souls need this time for rest and introspection, our bodies need to
slow down and self-restore. For urban dwellers, especially those of us on the
West Coast, nature's cues are less apparent, but still there in the slant of
light, low and pale, washing the buildings of Telegraph Hill. It’s apparent in
the need for flannel sheets and layers if you happen to live in an old house
without central heat, like I do!
After all of the bustle and
push and celebration of the holidays, many in our midst often fall ill and
those of us left standing are called to be caretakers. (All the more reason to
rest up when you can!) When a loved one; a child, an elder, a spouse, a friend,
is down, we rally to provide nourishment in all forms, plus a serene
environment and quiet entertainment. We need to remind and encourage
hibernation as part of the natural cycle. Sleep, routine, slowing down, letting
go; these are the trail markers for this terrain.
Many of you, I know, have
found yourself in this role in the first days of the new year; flying across
the country to help tend a sick father; all but living at the hospital with a
husband in crisis; meeting with care professionals to strategize the best way
to care for an elderly loved one navigating end of life. Bless all of you
caretakers; I know how taxing it can be when you, too, are in need of rest and
restoration. Please remember to take care of yourselves, too.
I’ve been doing a bit of
caretaking, myself. My youngest daughter, home from college for the break, had
her tonsils out last week; I've been mashing lots of potatoes, pureeing soups,
making smoothies and milk shakes, keeping my office (where she's recovering on
the pull out couch) warmer than usual, keeping the music down, trying to keep
the dog from making too much noise. The scrabble board's seen more action than
it has for a long time. We're still looking for the checkerboard.
And because of it, I haven't
been writing much. My focus is off and taken up by the issues at hand. But
while I'm not writing, I've been worrying a lot about the characters in my WIP
and have figured out a good many things about them—things I might not have
noticed in the process of putting words on the page. It’s the big picture
versus the details, what you see when you stand back and get some perspective.
My sixth grade
mother-daughter book club met a few days ago to discuss Rebecca Stead's
intriguing Liar and Spy. One of the things discussed was how the main character, Georges, named after the painter Georges Seurat, applied the theory of
pointillism to the situations he had to deal with, which led to a discussion of
the big picture versus the individual dots of color or isolated instances. This
super smart group of girls and moms came to the conclusion that there's a time
to consider each—sometimes it is the big picture we need to look at, other
times, it’s the little dots that do need our attention.
I wish you all restoration
and time to step back and consider the big picture in the next few weeks.
Take Good Care,
Sharry
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Hugs! I hope your daughter recovers soon! Enjoy her company. :)
ReplyDeleteI'm using Darcy Pattison's NOVEL METAMORPHOSIS workbook to prepare for another revision of my WIP. You took her workshop right? You raved, right? I wish I could take her workshop but I feel like I'm already getting solid ideas for the next draft with her workbook! Happy New Year!
I did do Darcy's workshop and got tons out of it, but it's almost all in the workbook as well; you just have to do it on your own. Good luck with revising your WIP! Happy New Year to you too, Debbi!
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