One of us lives on the east coast. One of us lives on the west.
One of us lives in a rural community. One of us lives in a city.
Both of us wander. Both of us witness. Both of us write.
This is a record of what we find.
Friday, December 19, 2014
Repost: The Darkness is Here
The dark is here. In two days we will celebrate the winter solstice, and then the days will begin, ever so slowly, to get longer. This has been a long, chaotic winter thus far. Lots of waiting that I had done is over and the things I have waited for are bursting up and out in many colors, like fireworks. It is glorious. And yet, at the same time, here is the darkness and the cold and even more waiting for new things. Waiting. Hoping. Wanting.
The phoebe sits on her nest hour after hour, day after day, waiting for life to burst out from under her warmth. Can I weave a nest for silence, weave it of listening, Listening, layer upon layer?
But one must first become small, Nothing but a presence, Attentive as a nesting bird, Proffering no slightest wish, no tendril of a wish board anything that might happen, or be given, only the warm, faithful waiting, contained in one's smallness. Beyond the question, the silence. Before the answer, the silence. May Sarton
May says it best.
As the days continue to grow shorter, and as the darkness continues to spread its inky self across the hours, it is comforting - perhaps simply imperative - to be small.
Walk and touch peace every moment. Walk and touch happiness every moment. Each step brings a fresh breeze. Each step makes a flower bloom. Kiss the Earth with your feet. Bring the Earth your love and happiness. The Earth will be safe when we feel safe in ourselves.
We met at Vermont College of Fine Arts in the amazing and wonderful Writing for Children and Young Adults MFA program, and immediately became a part of the class of Unreliable Narrators--a group of talented, passionate, supportive women. We could not have asked for, or even dreamed of, a better place to land. We both felt incredibly blessed.
Taking inspiration from a lecture by VCFA faculty member Julie Larios, we began practicing The Art of the Flaneur--being present as you wander in your world, and taking note of the details.
After graduation, we visited each other on our respective coasts and were struck by our shared interests. Beyond our passion for children's literature, language, words and the exquisitely turned phrase, we found that we also shared a deep reverence for nature and for finding the extraordinary in the ordinary. All with a sense of gratitude and a deep awareness of the blessedness of everyday life.
We wanted to continue to explore and share the observations we each make on our daily wanderings; thus was born this blog.
We thank all of the writers who have come before us and kissed the earth with their feet...and their words. We feel honored to follow you.