Every time I read anything you’ve written, I’m inspired to keep writing. Thoughts, studies, songs, just stay consistent, in my journal or laptop, it doesn’t matter, as long as I keep writing. Thanks so much for your example and honest words.
Thanks - both for sharing your recent journey and for the prompt to write. I learned long ago how difficult the discipline of writing is. Although one of my greatest thrills is the blank page, I’ll do almost anything other than face it and begin anything.
I will divert to thinking about what I want to write, researching what I’m intending to write, talking with others - especially other writers - about what I want to write, about writing in general, about what they are writing or are reading. I’ll read about writing.
Why do I postpone the writing adventure I so love? I can feel it loving me back. Wooing me. Calling to me. Missing me.
I have recently sent the 2nd long-form poem I’ve ever written - epic in scope for me - to an actor/playwright/theater director and theater professor who happens to also be a gifted editor. I received his feedback a few weeks ago but have dodged digging into my re-write. I know/Know/KNOW I will love it and yet I avoid it.
But today begins a new week and I shall re-focus tomorrow.
Again, thank you for this prompt. “Like apples of god in settings of silver, so is the word fitly spoken” - or, in this case, written.
Darrel, thank you for such a beautiful, thoughtful response. I feel so many of the same things you expressed. I do hope you've been able to focus on re-writes today.
P.S. Your writing on Facebook is always so helpful to me.
You are so welcome! And thank you for such kind and generous words.
I have such fond and rich memories of working with your beloved on the Twila Paris “Cry for the Desert” sessions. His contributions towards the distinctive sound and feel of that recording were substantial. I’ve also loved much of his music that I have heard.
Also sweet to m was that inaugural gathering at The Art House with you and Barbara Catanzaro Hearn (cannot recall her new married name) and others. Not sure why I did not continue there. I might have been overwhelmed with other dings or I may not have had the needed profile and assets you all were looking fr at the time.
I loved seeing the snap of your Molly, here. Mark was a much prized colleague at Star Song for many years and is a dear friend. He and Molly and we worshiped together for a few years at CHurch of the Redeemer, Anglican.
Please greet you beloved, as well as Molly and Mark for me.
Andi, thank you. A smile curled up my face on this ordinary Monday as I read your description of the loosening of the normal daily rigors that the holidays invite us to..."cookies for breakfast", oh yes! And the "leaving years", mmmmm...my heart knows those all too well. Thank you for a moment of sweet relating one stranger to another.
I have come late to writing, after a decade and a half of ministry and a career in Christian Music, then came two children in the second half of my thirties. I gave myself, with abandoned, to those two treasures for two and a half decades, and am just now learning how to live without my days being coupled to their schedules and worlds. Although I still work fulltime, the space they left doesn't seem to have any elasticity, it's a well-worn, stretched out sweater, that hangs loose around my much more empty days. I am slowly wrapping all the extra fabric around my heart and mind, just trying to capture in spurts of words all the all of those days and their juxtaposition to these days. I write in three words and three paragraphs, emails to myself, and bulletpoint journal entries, believing that someday all these words will be filled in with other words, and the trickle will become a stream, and a stream a river with a name.
Marlane, you are a gorgeous writer! Thank you for your oh-so-beautiful words here. I truly relate to your "three words and three paragraphs, emails to myself, journal entries..." God bless you and your good work.
Btw, for the last several years, our extended family Christmas gathering has included “kazoo khoir karoling.” It has taken its place among our traditions with include the sacred, the sentimental and the silly. Hearing all the parts on that extended “Gloria in excels is Deo” chorus on kazoos, is at the same time, both beautiful and hilarious.
Every time I read anything you’ve written, I’m inspired to keep writing. Thoughts, studies, songs, just stay consistent, in my journal or laptop, it doesn’t matter, as long as I keep writing. Thanks so much for your example and honest words.
I love reading this. Makes me very happy! Thank you, dear one.
Thanks - both for sharing your recent journey and for the prompt to write. I learned long ago how difficult the discipline of writing is. Although one of my greatest thrills is the blank page, I’ll do almost anything other than face it and begin anything.
I will divert to thinking about what I want to write, researching what I’m intending to write, talking with others - especially other writers - about what I want to write, about writing in general, about what they are writing or are reading. I’ll read about writing.
Why do I postpone the writing adventure I so love? I can feel it loving me back. Wooing me. Calling to me. Missing me.
I have recently sent the 2nd long-form poem I’ve ever written - epic in scope for me - to an actor/playwright/theater director and theater professor who happens to also be a gifted editor. I received his feedback a few weeks ago but have dodged digging into my re-write. I know/Know/KNOW I will love it and yet I avoid it.
But today begins a new week and I shall re-focus tomorrow.
Again, thank you for this prompt. “Like apples of god in settings of silver, so is the word fitly spoken” - or, in this case, written.
Darrel, thank you for such a beautiful, thoughtful response. I feel so many of the same things you expressed. I do hope you've been able to focus on re-writes today.
P.S. Your writing on Facebook is always so helpful to me.
You are so welcome! And thank you for such kind and generous words.
I have such fond and rich memories of working with your beloved on the Twila Paris “Cry for the Desert” sessions. His contributions towards the distinctive sound and feel of that recording were substantial. I’ve also loved much of his music that I have heard.
Also sweet to m was that inaugural gathering at The Art House with you and Barbara Catanzaro Hearn (cannot recall her new married name) and others. Not sure why I did not continue there. I might have been overwhelmed with other dings or I may not have had the needed profile and assets you all were looking fr at the time.
I loved seeing the snap of your Molly, here. Mark was a much prized colleague at Star Song for many years and is a dear friend. He and Molly and we worshiped together for a few years at CHurch of the Redeemer, Anglican.
Please greet you beloved, as well as Molly and Mark for me.
I so love the idea of a birthday sing-along and would have loved to be there! Sounds amazing. Thank you for being faithful to write.
Trey, thank you for such a kind response!
Love reading you again tonight. You carry so much comfort and peace. Thank you.
Ah, friend. Thank you always for your warmth and love.
Andi, thank you. A smile curled up my face on this ordinary Monday as I read your description of the loosening of the normal daily rigors that the holidays invite us to..."cookies for breakfast", oh yes! And the "leaving years", mmmmm...my heart knows those all too well. Thank you for a moment of sweet relating one stranger to another.
I have come late to writing, after a decade and a half of ministry and a career in Christian Music, then came two children in the second half of my thirties. I gave myself, with abandoned, to those two treasures for two and a half decades, and am just now learning how to live without my days being coupled to their schedules and worlds. Although I still work fulltime, the space they left doesn't seem to have any elasticity, it's a well-worn, stretched out sweater, that hangs loose around my much more empty days. I am slowly wrapping all the extra fabric around my heart and mind, just trying to capture in spurts of words all the all of those days and their juxtaposition to these days. I write in three words and three paragraphs, emails to myself, and bulletpoint journal entries, believing that someday all these words will be filled in with other words, and the trickle will become a stream, and a stream a river with a name.
Marlane, you are a gorgeous writer! Thank you for your oh-so-beautiful words here. I truly relate to your "three words and three paragraphs, emails to myself, journal entries..." God bless you and your good work.
As beautiful and nourishing as ever, Andi. Thank you. You have the way of words and the goodness they carry.
Thank you, my friend. I appreciate you and your good work in the world.
Congrats on the beautiful books and thanks so much for the kind and encouraging words!
Thank you, Shawn. You and Maile are in my ears a lot these days and I really appreciate your conversations!
Btw, for the last several years, our extended family Christmas gathering has included “kazoo khoir karoling.” It has taken its place among our traditions with include the sacred, the sentimental and the silly. Hearing all the parts on that extended “Gloria in excels is Deo” chorus on kazoos, is at the same time, both beautiful and hilarious.
Oh, I love this! Sounds amazing!