March 31, 2018
Lily and I have the luxury of a walk this morning heading out to our woodsy trail. We haven’t been this way in quite some time impeded by snow for so long. Today spring is breaking through. Under foot wet soggy leaves make me hesitant, not Lily. She’s confident, leading the way. Twigs break under foot. My eyes drawn to the the trees overhead, noticing their raw wounds from recent storms. Tiny islands of snow crop up here and there, spring will not be denied now. Lily’s keen nose and sharp eyes notice far more than mine stopping her to smell a branch or rock, look out into the woods that surrounds us. My eyes are drawn to the brilliant green and subtle difference of the moss on every rock. The moss senses the change.
I notice myself composing as I walk, the silence opening up the words that flow across my consciousness. Small phrases worked over like smooth pebbles in a stream. Not quite right yet. Composing, switching phrases, juggling imagery. Would I have done this before? Would I have noticed like a wordsmith, like a chronicler, like a writer?
I am sharper, keener, more observant. Noticing more around and thinking more deeply about how I express myself, not just in my print, but in my words everywhere. Space for contemplation matters more and so I give it more generously. Thoughts have more space to grow, perhaps flourishing or lying in my notebook for other opportunities. Revising more, thinking about sentences days later and returning to change word order, clarity, tense seems common place now. Changed as a writer.
As I thinking more about writing, I consider more about teaching writing as well. Talking first, rehearsing. We did this before but it feels differently now, more like a sharing, a collaboration, joyful. Bringing what I’ve noticed to the daily practice of writing.
Last year, I composed in documents, careful, hesitant, concerned. Now my thoughts come and I begin to compose not caring if I discard them later. More will come. Just then, clarity. What I’ve learned, just like spring, more will come.
And just like that it’s over, day 31 of 31. I am forever grateful to my writing mentors, encouragers, and fellow journeyers in this the Slice of Life Story Challenge. Special thanks to Two Writing Teachers and the amazingly talented writers that curate that site not just during March but throughout the year. See for yourself at Two Writing Teachers.