Sometimes I read pieces of writing and I’m struck with how they start with such effortlessness. Just there, out of the blue, beauty begins. And I follow.
Finding a place to start is the hardest task for a writer. The first sentence cannot be found by waiting for it to drop into your head. One must write for awhile before it emerges. Like sifting gold from dirt, if you sift long enough something shiny will appear.
I’ve been sifting for a couple of months now. Sometimes I get caught up in my big overwhelming life. And then I get stuck in how to write about it. This time I didn’t panic. I kept thinking Somewhere in all this overwhelm is good stuff! And of course there was, I just had to look for it.
All I had to do was to read that ‘Welcome’ blurb over there on my side bar to remember why I blog in the first place. I blog about the details. Sublime, hilarious and sometimes plain ordinary details. I believe details are worth recording and celebrating. No matter how seemingly commonplace they may appear.
So here are some details of my life lately. A bit of a catch up with you too, you know?
A few nights ago there was a big storm here. I went for a walk the next morning in the clean crisp air. Everything was still, but you could see bark and branches strewn all across the parkland. As I walked I noticed a few leaves still covered in rain. Tiny tender droplets caught the sunlight like diamonds.
I ‘ve been taking the time to photograph my children’s artwork. It won’t be long now and their childlike wonder will grow into something more sophisticated or serious. So I’m savouring all this wildness and innocence.
I may have spent more than a few hours gazing upon the cuteness of our new kitten. Neko is his name. He has magnificently long whiskers and tiger-like stripes that perfectly stream down his body. And there’s not a softer surface in the world than than the tips of his pink little paws.
I’ve been planning a pretend holiday to Bali. Even though it’s less than a year since we were there and there’s probably no hope of returning for awhile. I imagine the humid air and fragrant food over and over again. It’s always the way when Autumn sinks in, I start dreaming of warmer days.
I baked banana bread and had a tea party with my daughter. We sipped tea from china cups my grandmother gave me. It was so simple, but it was the loveliest afternoon. Just me and my girl. I can still remember the smell of that banana bread wafting in the air.
Our dog had surgery a few weeks ago. We don’t know how much longer we’ll have dear Rosie, so I’m making a point every day of whispering in her ears and telling her she’s loved. When I rub under her chin she looks at me like she won the lottery. But I think we both did.
We’ve been growing sunflowers in our garden. There are so many ways to photograph their cheerfulness. I love zooming in close up to their cores. It’s like fairy rings or moon craters.
This morning I was woken by my kids. Giggles and playfulness. The sun shone through the window and caught the tips of their hair so they looked like heavenly cherubs. Then I sunk my nose into their necks kissed them for as long as I could. No pictures for this one. I hope you can imagine how radiant it was.
So there you have some details. A good place to start.
In details there is joy and meaning. In the details I find reason to create and feel and breath. In the details beauty begins. And I follow.