I am writing with the rain this morning. The house is quiet, as still as the cup of coffee steaming at my side. At the moment, it’s a calmness quite far from the workings in my mind. As a writer of poetry and fiction, a teacher of young students, a wife, a mother, a daughter, a sister, a friend…I feel overwhelmed today.
Tranquil time is hard to come by with my schedule, even harder with the level of responsibility…or guilt I place on myself. The more I creep in age; the less time and energy I have to accomplish the great feats I wish to achieve. This is my own desire to create and experience life to its fullest. I want and choose to appreciate the opportunities given to me. But I often feel small in this big voracious world. One shot. What do I do with it? How do I prioritize the contents of my life? What should I do first? What can wait?
Which question should I tend to when they’re all splattering around me? And it’s only eight o’clock.
Although (insert deep breath) with a soft gray morning, and most of my family out of town, the unwinding of my day is up to me. Alongside rests my never-ending to-do list of chores and work and need-to’s and wants and don’t forget’s. So, this morning, I stayed in bed a little longer.
After finally rousing, I brewed a French press of decaf (longing for caffeine). I stared outside my window at a lilac bush, once spouting magenta sparks. As rain dropped its soft rhythm along the fence posts and aluminum gutters, I couldn’t help noticing the blackness of the aged flowers. How they’d curled into dried up bunches that couldn’t weight a thing, yet still appeared to pull the branches down.
Is my day of uncertainty equal to this Syringa’s future blooms? The deadheading I was supposed to ensure for fresh blossoms next spring, never crossed off my list. We never know what tomorrow will bring. And I’ve written before about doing the best I can with my long-growing list of to-do’s. It’s remembering my own advice as I sit in the quiet, seeking direction in my day, already filled to the brim with expectations.
I think I’ll brew another press of decaf. Maybe wander back to bed with a book and listen to the rain fall.
Writing Advice: Reading Break
I’ve preached before about the benefits of reading like writers and writing like readers. This simple motto comes from almost every writing curriculum I’ve taught as an elementary school teacher. And it works!
Today I encourage you to find a good book and settle in amid the storyline. Read to learn what the book is doing well (and maybe what it’s not). Whatever you do, rest with the pages awhile before inspiration returns you to your own writing.
It’s still raining…I’ve been here reading. Maybe it’s time to wander over to my desk. 😊
Happy Writing (because reading counts as writing),
Celaine Charles, October 20, 2019
Image and Content Links:
My iPhone (dead lilac picture)
https://chrisduffettart.com/blogs/news/new-painting-inspired-by-a-grey-monday-misty-morning-on-the-island-of-bardsey-last-year-i-knelt-in-the-grass-and-it-was-grey-with-the-beautiful-bardsey-light-breaking-through (Chris Duffett art, Grey Monday Misty Morning)
https://chrisduffettart.com/ (Chris Duffett website)
https://www.overstock.com/Home-Garden/Blue-Morning-Abstract-by-Carol-Robinson-Wrapped-Canvas-Painting-Art-Print/27211420/product.html? (Carol Robinson art, Morning Abstract Blue)
https://medium.com/justice-poetic/morning-wait-morning-rain-morning-poet-9dc42c5f7f44 (rainy window image from Jenny Justice (Justice Poetic) site, photo credit: Unsplash – https://unsplash.com/
https://weheartit.com/entry/218001794 (read in bed)
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