I once had the pleasure of hearing someone talk about how he grew up in the “Family of the Glass Half Empty” and how he was now happy to be in the “Family of the Glass Half Full.” That statement really made me think about how I treat life. As I reflected on my year, as most of us do at the New Year, I realized my glass was looking pretty empty. So I decided to turn that tricky place of “less than” around.
There are goals that I haven’t achieved this year but there were a bunch of objectives I did accomplish. My tendency to look at things as events, not processes, can bring me down quicker than a ladder on a flight of stairs. I also look at the externals and forget about the internal doings- those things that have more substance. It doesn’t really matter how much “Gucci talk” I hear. I’m a lot healthier when I “keep it green.”
I’d held onto beliefs that writers sit in dark rooms, with quill in hand, at a wooden writing table, solitary in their writing endeavors. Sniff. Boo hoo. Hand me that shawl, please. Lonely isn’t it? Sometimes it is that. Other times, it’s about chatting with other writers, sharing words, and receiving unfiltered feedback. It’s about healing the wounds of ‘never being good enough’ or thinking ‘I’m too darn good’ and becoming right sized again. This last year, actually my first year, of blogging has been a challenge that has kept me thinking of what writing prospects interest me the most, what I’d like to share and who I’d like to share that with. These have changed and grown.
Interviewing writers and authors who I believe have a spark of the flame of creativity that should be shared turned out to be an awesome enterprise. I found that there’s positivity and genuine caring about readers, about community and what an author’s literary gift to the world can be. Gifting a book is much deeper than wrapping it in colorful paper and ribbon. The gift of writing can share a world, a history, a hope and a breath. The word ‘ruah’ means ‘breath’ that is furthered defined as ‘spirit’. As spirits, we bring our gifts to the world in our physical bodies. For some of us it’s plastering walls, creating kaleidoscopes and, for others, it’s writing stories. Allowing myself to be authentic as I’ve shared my voice, via blogging, has brought me closer to my goals of actualizing my dreams as a writer. Writing is one of the ways that I provide service in this life.
Interviewees Jason Baumann Montilla, poet and librarian extraordinaire, and authors Sarah Cortez http://poetacortez.com/and Steven Torres http://www.steventorres.com/bring realism in a comprehensible language to their published works. Do they think of their written words as ‘service’?” I bet that may happen some of the time. When they are riveted to their computers, pens and clean white sheets of paper or an old tossed napkin quickly retrieved to jot a fragile thought, they may not be thinking service. What I received from each of them had the print of service-dedication, perseverance, and patience- for the good. I look forward to widening the beacon of light on other writers’ and authors’ positions on the writing process- the doorway to full consciousness, the breath of life.
My glass is half full. It may spill now and again. I will fill it up a bit more. Through the clear water I will see life magnified to its marvelous proportions. It will show me how I fit, oh so well, with the other sea fishies, swimming among the green plants, floating past the coral and settling onto the rocks that hold me secure in this thing called life.