Like so many, I’ve been sheltering in place this spring due to coronavirus. In my case this began partially on March 16, 2020, the first day that my son’s public school became fully online…
Writing at mid-morning, I am focused. The only sound is the computer keys as I type, and my awareness of even that noise fades as words appear on the screen. Sitting up straight – not hunched – helps to maintain concentration while fingers fly over the keys (thanks to eleventh grade typing back in the 1980s). Otherwise, I am still, save for flexing my mind. But one can only be stationary for so long before concentration and creative productivity wanes; the body requires periodic flexing too!…
In a creative writing class many years ago, a college professor looked at us – a bunch of 19 and 20-year-olds struggling to put words on paper – and said something to the effect of: “Writing is not difficult. Just look within and let the words spring forth.”
As if writing was as effortless as tulips emerging from the ground each spring. In reality, that latter process is not easy. Not one bit. Perennial bulbs such as tulips require enormous energy, and often care, to successfully bloom again and again each year….
The first day of March began with clouds and ended with rain.
The second day of March began with rain and ended with
snow and lots of horizontally-blowing wind.
The third day of March began with clouds and ended with sunshine.
This much is undeniable, because those three days are already history. But what would the remainder of March’s first week bring? How about the second, third or fourth? At the time of this writing, questions bursting with uncertainty.
Uncertainty is disquieting. Uncertainty is paralyzing. It’s much easier to put the thoughts of what-might-happen aside … along with so much else….
Another holiday season, another slew of season’s greetings cards to send out.
I always compose brief notes on each card. For the occasion, I break out my (somewhat rusty) cursive writing skills.…