3/11/07

A Space for Inspiration


Writers desire a space for inspiration- that place the writer can imagine, remember, ponder, and draft. For some writers it is surrounding themselves with items of remembrance. I am drawn to a bentwood chair in front of an outdoor fireplace. Often writers find a room with a view or a window facing the morning sun. An old typewriter, an antique pen or a special pad of paper provide writing tools that inspire others. Music can also set the atmosphere. For me, this space above provides inspiration as I recount slices of everyday life and examine the common threads that connect time and place.
“Memory is an aspect of imagination. For writing, memory is one of your most important tools. But you don’t need an excellent memory to use it well. A single phrase, an image, a fragment of a story, one object from the past is enough to spark the creative, intuitive mind. Especially rich are incidents and images stored away that you aren’t sure ever actually occurred; dreams or stories someone has spoken of so many times that they’re engraved as past realities. No matter what their source may be, memories are doorways to new pieces of writing. Memory is like muscle. The more you use it, the stronger it becomes. One memory sparks another. Each time you write from memory, another fragment filed in that ninety percent of the human brain that science doesn’t understand slips into consciousness and a creative shift takes place.”
Bonni Goldberg from Room to Write

3/9/07

A Great Find: The Green Picket Fence

We love to go to second hand stores and are always on the lookout for good deals. When we began making our land into gardens we searched for used items that could work into the landscape design. A few years ago JEJ was rifling through some used stuff behind our favorite second hand store. A used picket fence had been taken apart in sections and was resting in a field. I was sure we could find a place for this kind of fence. This great find was loaded up and as we headed home we had a friendly debate about the best place to erect it.The beautiful antique fence was first placed as a border in the front part of our property. Later when a row of Chinese Elm formed a new barrier, we decided to move the fence. Not an easy task, but a worthwhile idea. Now this fence has been painted a muted green color and forms a natural border between sections of our back yard. I love picket fences. Grandma's house had a picket fence. Older houses often have picket fences that support a border of climbing roses and lilacs. In a few weeks sunflower seeds will be planted in front of this fence. By August vivid shades of yellow will blend together to enhance the above view of the garden. I always love a great find.

3/8/07

A Perfect Fit


When I arrive home each day Annie my English Springer Spaniel is usually at the gate to greet me. I caught her waiting in the driveway in the photo above. It wasn't until later that I observed her liver and white markings and how well they blended with the snow and dirt surrounding her. After studying the photo together later on the computer screen JEJ and I were reminded of the artist Bev Doolittle's work. I love the way her watercolor paintings take animals like the pintos above and blend them into their surroundings. Like Doolittle's pintos Annie's liver and white colors seem to belong in this place. Whether my dog is searching for a cat, chasing a ball, following me around the garden, or drinking from the pond she knows her place in the world. She is a perfect fit in her surroundings.

3/7/07

Orofino, Idaho

I am sharing writing strategies with teachers in a workshop Friday. One I love to use with student and adult writers is copy change or imitation poetry. Copy change is a way to use the structure of other poets and add new words to create different meaning, thus new poems for ourselves. For inexperienced writers it provides that structure with memoir writing. Below is a sample using the poem Knoxville, Tennesee by Nikki Giovanni. It is a memoir poem remembering summers spent in Orofino, Idaho.

Orofino, Idaho
I always like summer
best
you can eat fresh tomatoes
from Lila’s garden
and corn
and beans
and lots of
cucumbers
and Kool-Aid
and homemade chocolate cake
at a birthday party
and listen to
rock and roll music
up
in Mary’s room
next door
and go up to the Clearwater River with
your mom and dad
and wear cut-off jeans
and be hot
all the time
not only when you go to bed
and sleep.

3/6/07

Tonight I Paid Attention!


As i walked past the window tonight I paid attention to the moon. It was reflecting off the lake causing the trees and fence to be illuminated. I grabbed my camera and tried a night shot.

Today I Paid Attention!


"We have not inherited the earth from our fathers. We are borrowing it from our children." Native American Saying
This morning I drove south along Lake Roosevelt to work. My brain continued to wake up as I sipped a cup of coffee and listened to the lyrics of "Anticipation" sung by Carly Simon in the warm car. My mind wandered to my plans for the day, and a meeting I had after school.
I often forget to stop and pay attention to my surroundings along the highway. Today was different. I observed two swans swimming by Barnaby Island. I noticed the clouds settling in like fog across the lake. An eagle flew gracefully above a lone pine tree by the creek. Two deer paused in the field, then turned and fled into the brush. The sky was a spectacular robin egg blue. It was a breathtaking drive down the lake. I am glad I can borrow this from our children. I am also glad I paid attention today.